It was on those days that her mind wasn't fully awake in the morning, when it hadn't yet caught up with her body that she would let herself go. Slip into a day dream.
It always happened when he was leaning over her coffee - the rich aroma rising up into her nose. It had the power to take her somewhere.
She'd sit there, looking down in the reflection of her glass, the world around her blurring. In amongst the caffeinated liquid, she'd see the reflection of her world, except it was different.
It wasn't her world. It was another.
She'd imagine herself in this reflected world - amongst others she didn't know, places she didn't recognize, and smells that didn't register.
It was these kind of mornings that she would fall asleep the night before hoping for.
Hmmmmm, I hope this might also be possible with tea! I guess I need to not add so much half and half though :)
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