In it's real form... or in the pretend version, which this cup holds... tea is therapy in a cup. There is a quiet calm in the process of brewing and sipping the drink. It's funny how things usually become clearer when viewed from behind the steam rising from the cup.
I'm preparing my cup of steaming therapy now. I can almost smell the raspberry... filling my lungs and my heart... setting my mind at ease, and giving me the quiet strength to tuck Benett back in to bed for the 5th time tonight.
Perhaps he's the one in need of a cup?
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