The world was moving in slow motion, or maybe it wasn't moving at all. She didn't care either way. She wanted for all this madness to end, but she didn't know how. She wanted Jake to end it, but even in her slumber she knew that he was pushed too far, that he wouldn't just melt down and kiss her, no matter how cute or miserable she looked.

And she was miserable. And she knew she started the whole thing. But she still wanted, and could, blame it on him. She felt the anger stiring up again. It had a different flavor this time. It was no longer about the sugar in her tea. It was now about the evening that he had spoiled for her.

She knew she shouldn't just plant all the blame on him, but it was so tempting, so very tempting. She could let her anger out, let it talk, scream, if that's what it wanted to do...

But there was love, and it was holding her down, glued in place, staring. Anger and love were battling in her.