we're both panting heavily. our hearts are racing. he's holding the rope, i'm holding the remote control butterfly. it's four am. we're standing across the bed from each other in the silence. staring at each other. finally, i can't take it anymore.
"where the fuck is that noise coming from?!?!?!"
we've upended the bedroom looking for a goddamned buzzing noise that goes off exactly every three minutes. every item in the room that somehow involves a battery has been smashed or taken apart.
just a slice of domestic life.
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