The days are long, the days are hard

the clock ticks ominously in the background "do you want post mates? I want post mates what do you want?" you stay silent "look I know we have food in the fridge, you remind me every day, in fact I remind myself every day. Every time I look in the fridge and see the same old leftovers. Sometimes I want something else, yes even if I get something else everyday.." he growls, begining to get annoyed "Look what do you want? Chinese, Mexican, burgers and fries?" no awnser "alright keep silent then. More for me" he mumbles "look I know you're probably waiting for me to respond but I can already tell that this'll turn into something big in 5 to 10 minutes and I'm not having any of it. I've had a rough nightshift at work." he sighs. "Is this really how it's going to be? Silent treatment, Goddamn silent treatment over a post mates?" he growls. "keep being a brat. See where that gets you." seconds go by like an eternity before... "run. Run and hide, and you better fucking hide well."