Fights We’ve Had In Dreams, #331

We’d been shopping for houses forever.

I loved this one. The only way into the attic was through a tiny clock in the upstairs bedroom. You said, ‘Don’t fold yourself like that, you look stupid.’

I’ll fold myself any way I want to, #thankyouverymuch.

You stomped out and in and out again so I’d know what a dignified exit looks like. I didn’t notice until later that you’d taken all the garden gnomes’ little jackets with you.