Sip.
Orange and spice swirl across your tongue and down your throat.
Swallow.
Your throat warms and you take a breath.
In.
Out.
Your hand curls around your drink,
you feel at peace for the first time in days.
Sip.
Swallow.
Breathe.
Peace.
The world seems to have come to a stop.
All you hear is the clack of keys on your computer,
and the tap of rain outside your window.
Sip.
Swallow.
Breathe.
Peace.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
Sip.
Orange and spice swirl across your tongue and down your throat.
Swallow.
Your throat warms and you take a breath.
In.
Out.
Your hand curls around your drink,
you feel at peace for the first time in days.
Sip.
Swallow.
Breathe.
Peace.
The world seems to have come to a stop.
All you hear is the clack of keys on your computer,
and the tap of rain outside your window.
Sip.
Swallow.
Breathe.
Peace.
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