Moths, onions, and the laundromat Thief

"I was at a laundromat, but the dryers were all filled with dirt. Sarah—my old roommate who totally stole my security deposit—was folding my socks. I was so mad, my chest actually hurt. I kept trying to yell at her about the money, but every time I opened my mouth, moths flew out. She just kept smiling, folding them into tiny perfect squares. Suddenly we were in the passenger seat of a moving Honda Civic. She was driving. I wasn't even mad anymore, just super focused on the fact that she was eating a raw onion like an apple. I felt this weird, heavy pity for her, which pissed me off more because I'm supposed to hate her. She looked at me, teary-eyed, and handed me the half-eaten onion. "You need this for the toll," she said. Woke up genuinely annoyed at her, and my breath actually smelled like onions."