Snuggles

She came in from the cold and took her hat off. The door wasn't closed all the way so cold air filled the room. This upset me, but like always I masked my anger.
"Did you pickup the laundry from Lorenzo's?" she asked

"Yes. It's folded on your bed. I think you will find that Lorenzo really took his time with your linens. They really do smell extra fresh."

She slightly nodded her head in response then walked straight into the bedroom. She picked up the pile of clothing on the corner of the bed, buried her head into it and took a big whiff. As she looked up I could see her eyes had begun to tear up with smoldering rage. She threw the stack of clothes into the air creating a rain of multicolored garments. Before the last sock hit the ground she had trashed everything in sight. She flipped over the TV set, tore pictures off the walls, and bashed all of the Waterford crystal figurines on our dresser.
Then she came at me and threw me to the floor. We made love on the strewn about clothes and broken crystal.
In the heat of the moment I couldn't help but hope that Lorenzo would forget to use Snuggle more often.