When I can’t sleep, I come down to the kitchen for a cup of tea.
It’s happening more and more often these days, I stare up at the ceiling of my room while the clock tick tick ticks it’s way towards 1 AM. 2 AM. 3 AM. It’s tea time. This tea is supposed to “help me get my zzz’s the natural way” and “gently lull me towards blissful rest.” It’s only Monday and the rest of the week looms large And I suddenly remember Edinburgh, and the way the hills rolled out into the mist And the only high tea I ever went to, which ended in disaster. To avoid remembering those things, I ask myself questions: Like: How did you help this week? How did you hide this week? How did you hurt this week? How many days are left til January 20th? It’s only Monday, still. It’s only Monday. Tea-minus 9 days. Tea-minus 8 days. Tea’s ready. Tea time. Tea isn’t supposed to be drank alone, in your kitchen, at 3 am. Tea time Is supposed to be: surrounded by people that you love, even one person would be enough With a pot the perfect size for sharing And cookies for you to fight over and laugh about it And crumbs tumbling into laps And milk in little saucers You don’t put milk in your tea at 3 AM. To avoid remembering these things, I ask myself questions: How are you going to help this week? How are you going to change? How are you going to be braver? How many days are left til January 20th? How’s the weather in Palm Beach? How’s the weather in Mar-a-Lago? Tee time. Tea-minus 7 days. Tea time. Tea-minus 6 days. How Tea-minus 5 days. Tea’s ready. If you can’t sleep, come on down to the kitchen for a cup of tea. If you’re like me, it may be happening more and more these days. I’ve got extra mugs, and the kettle’s already on And this tea is supposed to “help us breathe a sigh of sweet relief.” We can have tea together, and I’ll keep watch, while you rest. It’s only Sunday, still. It’s only Sunday. Tea-minus 4 days.
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