The way she walks around the house in her fucking high heels on the wood floor...
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
Then back across the house the other way...
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
Maybe I dread the sound so much because every time that tapping sound gets closer to my bedroom door, I start to fear the yelling and bossing around that often immediately follows.
"Hannah, can you hang up my laundry?"
"Hannah, your gerbils are starving and need food."
"Hannah, you need to come empty the dishwasher."
"Hannah, I'm going out to do something far more important than anything you spend your time on, so can you do your duty as my slave and finish these chores that I don't wish to do myself?"
I fucking hate the sound of high heels on a wooden floor.