The milk has gone bad. It took $5 out of mom's purse while she wasn't looking the other day. Stole half a pack of cigarettes and a couple fingers of whiskey. It knows I see it but won't say anything, smiles at me in a conspiratorial kind of way. It's only milk after all. Some of the housepets have gone missing in the neighbourhood now. When questioned, the milk just grins. The milk stands over my bed at night, staring. I pretend to be asleep but I know it knows I am awake. I'm afraid of the milk. It's expiry date was only a short while ago and this has all escalated very quickly.