Short Short Story about Love and Tea
I love the scent of hot tea in my hands and the feeling of heat all over my hands, though sneezing while holding a blazing hot cup of tea is a love I could do without. There's this cold in my head, there's the cough that bends me over so much that the dog is frightened, there's this cold in this room alone. One week left until my time hiding is done and I can be who I know I am when I'm with you. In one week you'll be on your way here, driving through Duluth and Ashland and to home and happiness. Happiness, sure, but you won't like the cold I'm going to give you when you finally, finally come home.