finding warmth on a cold morning

[harraser]

The windows frosted
Fighting the morning...light
Sun would be too generous of a word.
The pen slips from my numb blue fingers
And drops to the floor.
Giving up, I stretch my concrete knees
Attempt to straighten my back,
My grandmother has a hump
I wonder if its genetic.
"To the kitchen, and beyoooond!!!"
Stub my toe on the stupid door frame
Its not like I can feel it.
Limp across the room
Click
Such a promising sound.
A cacophony of crashing jars, cups, cutlery.
In my frozen uncoordination
Yet another chip is added
To the cup with the serrated rim.
Bubble bubble bubble
Music to my ears.
Ahhhh the sweet burning kiss
Of hot steam in my face,
Please save me from this cold.
Pour, jiggle, stir
Sip...............
ahhhhhhh
Warmth
Spreading like molten beauty
To every inch of my being.
Bringing back the feeling
Of fingers, toes, face
Life.
Tea makes everything good
[ 08 August 2002: Message edited by: harraser ]

 

[Queen Beat]

teehee
It's the little things.
This is wonderfully alive.

 

[Sara Tonin]

I love hot tea :D and I like the way you wrote this, kind of stream of consciousness.
I agree, "Tea makes everything good."

 

[cherub]

I love this,,,,,, it is totally you and the way you wrote this.

"To the kitchen, and beyoooond!!!"
Stub my toe on the stupid door frame
Its not like I can feel it.
Limp across the room
that is think i can picture so clearly in my mind more then anything

 

[*Cosmic Mist*]

I love it because i can relate to it! you've catured the essence of my early mornings - only mine is not a stubbed toe, but rather a crash and bang as i fall down the stairs!!
Beautiful and simple.
*Big Hugs*