In a small apartment that was just large enough for two people to live comfortably, a storm was brewing.
This morning, a war was bound to happen.
Not a real one, of course.
Nancy stood near the sink, arms folded tightly across her chest, her expression sharp and serious as she stared at the innocent-looking tube of toothpaste like it had committed a personal crime.
"You did it again," she said in a voice that held both accusation and disappointment.
Ash was brushing his teeth, half-asleep and fully unaware. He turned his head slowly with a blank look in his eyes and replied, "Huh?"
She raised her hand and pointed directly at the toothpaste, her tone sharper now.
"The toothpaste. You squeezed it from the middle again."
Ash took the toothbrush out of his mouth, foam clinging to his lips, and gave her a tired shrug.
"It's just toothpaste, babe. What's the big deal?"
