Manoymono

They sat across from each other. Their flats in a bout of constant admiration; nothing could come between them but the candles on the dinner table.
"I don't love you anymore."
"Neither do I. You snore."

There was a long pause. The candles flickered gently as they both let out a long sigh.

"I'm sorry."
"Me too. I like it when you snore... that way I know you're there."
"Is it really that bad?"
"No, it's like sleeping next to a tiger."
"I like tigers, have you ever heard of a Tasmanian tiger?"