Her eyes opened. Despair.

She slogged out of bed. Put on her slippers. Let the dogs out.

“Feck this world and the horse it rode in on,” she grumbled to her partner.

Surely she couldn’t keep this up. I’ll quit. Empty my bank account. Run to South America. Anything but another day of this.

“Just hang on a minute,” partner said, cheerfully. “It’s almost ready.”

A mug was placed in her hands.

One, two, three drops of the hot fluid slid down her throat, followed by grateful sips.

And then the transformation began. Despair turned to resolution and then to acceptance and then to happiness.

She opened her eyes. Everything is better now. The dogs came in and greeted her. The birds sang. All was well.

“Good morning, everyone!” ☕️