Sleepy eyes.
Feet dragging from the bedroom to the cool kitchen tiles.
Weary eyes peer out the window pane over the sink to find a moonlit wind swept drive.
Peek into a mysterious cupboard to discover Early Grey awaiting a pour.
Half and Half or Straight?
Hot kettle screeches a wakening tune breaking the subdued silence of twilight.
Inhalation of steamy rousing aromas.
Sip…
A familiar knock at the door.
Jingling keys.
Door slowly opens.
Silhouette comes into view.
A becoming smile.
Strawberry golden ringlets glistening in the moonlight.
Green eyes gleaming that of a flightless sprite.
…
“I’m sorry”, says she.
A long embrace laden with the scents of Grey Goose and ciggies.
“Cuppa tea?” Says I while searching for a cup in the esoteric parallels of the cupboards..
“You and your teas”, says she, laughingly, while digging around in the icebox.
Laughter and tears ensue as the sun awakes the worlds clocks.
….
Morning birds chirp a sunny harmony.
Twilight tea, a good woman, and dumb sod, me.
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Awww . . you should have loosened her up with some bubbly!
I was trying to sober her up. She was already drunk!
I love that. “Esoteric parallels of the cupboards”… it’s a perfect description, suits me completely. Cupboards full of unexplored matter with smells reminiscent of otherworldly places… I was right there in that kitchen with you.
It describes my cupboards oh so well.
There’s probably a dozen or so cups, mugs and demitasse back there. It’s just a matter of finding ‘em. 
Thanks for the comments, ladies.
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