I made tea

I made tea this morning.

I put the leaves in, watching the steam dance with childlike wonder.

I returned to my laptop, staring at a half finished chapter, the bags under my eyes more apparent than ever.

I tell myself I will remember to take the leaves out.

It has been four hours since I made tea.

The steam has settled down, long gone.

The chapter remains half finished.

The tea is untouched and over-steeped.

Lethargy clings to my body desperately.

Almost as if it wants to be there.

It has been a week since I forgot about my tea.

The chapter remains half finished.

My thoughts and dreams frolic again, released from prison.

I sip freshly brewed tea, it burns my tongue.

I put my glasses on and return to the document.

Fresh eyes, a revived soul and a chapter that has the same word count, but feels more finished than before.