[ WP ] You check yourself out in the full length mirror before going to bed . You bend down to untie your shoes . As you are nearly finished , you see with your peripheral vision your reflection stand up seconds before you do .

Bent down and straightening the row of shoes in front of the mirror, I saw her move a second too soon. I rolled my eyes, finished straightening, and stood back up. Placing my hand on my hips, I stared her down and she glared right back. 
 
 `` Slow the fuck down, will you?'' I said not kindly. 
 
 It's always like this with her. She lacks the patience necessary to make it in this life. She's always rushing and leaving a mess behind for me to clean up, not thinking at all before she acts, even on the smallest of impulses. 
 
 `` But I want to go! Fuck the shoes. Who cares if they're neat? Who cares if they're both pointing inward? Only you -- that's who.'' She has the petulance of an unripened tomato plant at the height of summer. I wish I could squash her and leave her to rot, but I'm stuck with her it seems. 
 
 `` It's not about the shoes. It's about doing things right. Keeping order. Nothing you would know about.'' I suppose it's only fair to admit I share at least a little of her ill-humored attitude. 
 
 `` Keeping order? Are you serious. You're the one talking to yourself,'' she said snidely. 
 
 `` Oh, shut up. Come on. It's Monday. You know what that means --'' 
 
 `` -- Yes, yes, lets go polish the kitchen floors you boring old cow. I know you wont be able to sleep otherwise,'' she said with a heavy eye roll. *At least there are n't any mirrors in the kitchen, * I swore I heard her say as she left the frame.
