Literature
Prophet's Hell (gift)
Stepping into the room welcomed with a scene I could only guess was my heaven
A small round table for two decorated with fine china, prestige utensils, and assorted treats
Tea, my golden nectar and one true master placed at the center; who could deny it's presence?
Warmth not even my sweater could create would fill my body; only tea could gift me this heat
Tea Tea Tea...my savior, my obsession, my beginning
My lifeline! Fill my desires to forever serve you! All I ask is one cup of you
Your flavor doesn't matter; chamomile, green, oolong , white, or dark
"One cup is all I need" And with these thoughts I sit at the table for two
It matters