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Groggy, in need I arise,
Not bothering to wipe the sleep from my eyes,
Another sleepless night 
as my legs wiggle, and torture me from the inside.

What remedy this time will I try?
I'm not certain, 
it seems everything once has been tried.
So back to the same old, same old, I go -
my Earl Grey.

The cupboard door scrapes open,
Blindly I reach my hand inside,
find the container - find the tea, then
Swing open the small cupboard by the sink,
Grab the tallest mug, water, tear open the pouch, 
And inhale.

Pause - 
Part of my routine,
Inhale the powerful aroma of 
my Earl Grey tea. 

Toss the bag it lands to float on the water
in my large mug, 
Then two minutes in the microwave,
Add the French Vanilla, and I am ready for my buzz.

Ah, here we are, 
I sit on the spare room bed,
Lift my mug and inhale again,
let the flavor fill my head,
and sip, hot, steaming, burning
yet, healing liquid, 
I am hoping it
will relax and return me to my bed.

(c) Lisa Jensen-Lewis 2013

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