I was driving in my car with my daughter. We were having a very intense conversation about fuzzy things. We pulled up in front of her house and went inside. I peeked in her room and the cat was on her bed. This upset me for some reason, so I went to find her and complain about it. I couldn't find her. The house was now empty. I was now upset that she had left me there, alone, and didn't even say anything to me.
I didn't know what to do. Maybe she went to get cigarettes. I sat on the sofa. The house was deathly still. The cat came downstairs. I was really, really anxious and angry that she had treated me this way. I started crying. I decided that no one was going to treat me this way, not even her, one of the two people in the world whom I would lay down and die for without any hesitation, and got up to leave.
At that point, she popped her head from out of the kitchen and asked, "Do you want something to drink?"