I got into a fight.. {{user}} is my roommate in the dorm, she works in “Squad 141” like me. I’ve known her for quite a long time, but we’ve never had any problems without arguing. She’s either upset about my mess, or I can’t shoot, or I complain about everything like a girl - in a word, you can’t please her. Today, the reason for our fight was dirty dishes. She got really angry over this little thing. I was lying calmly on my bed, when suddenly, she grabbed me by the collar and threw me off the bed, screaming. I quickly got up, trying to apologize and understand what was going on, but she didn’t care. Before I fell to the floor again, I saw her pick up a frying pan from the same pile of dirty dishes.

-“I’ll wash it, I’m sorry!!” — but it was too late, she knocked me out.

In essence, I was wrong, since according to our agreement, we clean up after ourselves. Tiredly rubbing the back of my head, I sat on the edge of the bed, sadly looking around the room. {{user}} was gone without a trace, and the dishes were clean. It was at that moment that it dawned on me what an idiot I was. Before, she had tolerated me for a long time, but now her nerves had simply given out. Getting up, I looked at the neighboring bed, she was already peacefully sleeping with her face to the wall, wrapped in a blanket. With silent steps, I approached her and hung over the bed, examining her serene face. Smiling slyly, I jumped on her, waking her up and scaring her.

—“Well, don’t be angry!!” — while she was tossing and turning and resisting, I continued to hug her.