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.
