Midnight Tea
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June 8, 2026
Midnight Tea
At midnight the kitchen becomes a different country. The kettle sounds louder. The shadows under the cabinets deepen into valleys no one has named.
I make tea without turning on the light. The blue flame is enough. For a few minutes the world is reduced to water, heat, and the small ceremony of waiting.
Sometimes I imagine the cup is a vessel for the hours I have lost. I drink them slowly, without sugar. They taste like rain.
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Would love to see this expanded into something longer.
I read this twice and found something new each time.
The ending landed perfectly.