Your eyes follow me, boring into my back, drilling so deep they are impossible to ignore.
As usual you have no patience to spare and for you time is dragging by.
Your beguiling eyes become more persistent. I feel myself beginning to yield and it becomes harder to overlook their plea that holds me hostage to your demands..
‘You win.’ I finally admit defeat, even though it’s still not time.
Your eyes are triumphant.
I tip the Pal Meaty Bites into your dinner bowl.