Alice on E

I've come home from a shitty day at work. Those days have been few and there she is nestled on the couch. I've gotten the "Salut-I'm-not-moving-from-here" face which seems to be the only face of late that I have gotten from her. She's a twat. Not only that but she's listening what seems to be a version of Alice in Wonderland on acid and the kitchen's a right mess. There's pasta pots (which I think that she is keeping in her room for fear that I will use it. How many of us actually have a specified pot for pasta? A pasta pot? This girl has too much money to be spending on ebay...).

I'm trying to get to bed and it's 00.30. Why won't she turn the bastardin' thing down!? I text her.

"Pourrait-tu baisser le tv?"

I hear a giggle.

Apparently I just told her to go fuck the tv.

Ah, and now there's silence.

Ah.

I giggle.