Monday, February 10, 2014
That moment in the morning, when you feel, like you, are sleep, walking. Then, you get to the hot-water machine, a light surrounds it, celestial. It came down from the heavens. The sound as you get closer to it, from the heavens, "Ahhhhhh!" like the angels singing. Finally, you arrive to it. You open your thermos cup, get your tea bag out, rip it, to get to the holy grail. You get your water, sink in, slowly, your tea bag. Lastly, you take a drink, you feel it is going down your throat, the hot water burning your intestines as it does its job. But, you, you do not really care, because it feels good even though it burns, a little.