I always have my tea with my eyes closed.
I always have my tea with my eyes closed. I imagine myself inside a crowded coffee shop, sitting by the window, listening to the soft patter of the rain, eating warm chicken pie straight out of the oven, drinking warm coffee, reading a book and engulfed in the story and thinking about the plight of the characters,
While waiting for you to walk through the busy door, looking tired and order your favourite chicken pastry and coffee and sit down by me, hold my hand and whisper to my ear, “did you miss me?”
I always have my evening tea with my eyes closed.