The Tea

I sat by the window with a cup of tea. A cool breeze ruffled through the tangled locks of my hair. The sun had just risen from behind the hills, coloring the horizon crimson as if it were an empty canvas waiting to be smeared with the red hue. The air carried a sweet smell of the wild purple flowers that bloomed alongside the mountains everyday.The aroma of tea leaves brewing prepared me for a positive day ahead.

A voice came from the other end of the house reminding me of the terrible headache I was having the day before. She asked me how I was feeling then. I took a sip of my tea and replied, "Never felt better".