Two lives

What a night. Another disturbed sleep filled by so many 

(a)
nightmares.

By the time she made it into the bathroom her head was filled with hate for the man who had occupied her head through the dark hours.

(b)

dreams.

By the time she moved into the bathroom her head was filled with images of love for the man who had filled her rest.

It was then she saw the toothpaste. Brand new and squeezed in

the middle. Why did he always do that? What was it about him? 

(a)
She could feel her blood beginning to boil. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t mentioned it. It was as if he was doing it to deliberately wind her up. Well today was not the day to play with her

(b) 

She held it gently in her hands. He was still a child. Selfish, stupid, slow to learn. She squeezed from the bottom and the tube took shape again. It was like life on the good days.

           She walked through the to kitchen. There he was, half dressed, slumped in a chair. 

             He didn’t even bother to look up from his paper. “What’s for breakfast?” he mumbled from his sedentary position.

(a)
Slowly she turned to stare at him. Who knows when the final straw will come.

(b)

Affectionately she gazed at him remembering his soft caress in her dreams

She reached forward for the knife.