still awake through the sound like a musical instrument of lauras pee hitting the water in the toilet bowl , her whirlwind brushing of her teeth ( hard and fast , so violent he used towhen sometimes sharing the tiny apartment bathexpect to see the foam shed spit into the sink tinged in crimson , though it never was ) , the scrubbing sound as she washed her face with a lemon-scented astringent , the whisper ( did he imagine this ? )