Fizz!
The sound of a boiling kettle wakes me up.
I have felt asleep for a while. Although it was just a moment, i have dreamed of my childhood. I was racing bike with my friends and we were rushing alongside each other following the route by the ocean. The glittering sunshine dotted my white shirt. The fragrance of the sea came into my nostril and the wind swept my sweat on my forehead. Above all, the babble babble sound of seabirds cheered me on the race.
Confused weather it was a dream or the old memory of my unconsciousness, I poured the water into my cup with tea and sat down on the couch beside the window.
Tap Tap
It is raining outside.
I leaned toward the window to listen to the rain. The sound of rain drops is knocking the window and a sip of earl grey tea going down through my throat warms my body against chilly air around the window. Holding the tea cup, my hands are trying to gather more heat within the tea.
It is very cozy.
I close my eyes to feel the warmth on the hands. Then, I am fallen asleep by the melody of the rain beyond the window. Unconsciously, I return to the dream and am racing again with them across the glimmering sea under the sunlight.
Ouch!
I spilled the tea.
