Unfolding the Folds

She took the four corners of her world, and folded them into a perfect image of him. An origami of myopic perception. Nevertheless, there came a day when his existence began to annoy her; when was that? Time buries such moments. She told herself such feelings were natural; however, the scales and the fangs, the forked tail, and the talons were something else. Her mother had warned her: it was never the big things, each minor irritant was (in reality), an unresolved murder. Eventually, she learned to tolerate him; red wine and dark chocolate helped.