a book, a cup of tea, and rain.

It was raining. Stirring her cup of tea. Minty aromas filled her nostrils. Sitting on the comfy seat right by the window. Water droplets splatered, Running down, speeding. It was quite the downpour. Loud patters of rain as they hit the roof. Cup of tea in hand. Nestled in with a book. When problems and worries arose. It was her escape. On crisp pages. Perfectly baked paper, plastered with ink. Minty aromas from her tea. Described a world far from what you'd think. But when it came back to a world called reality, She refused to go back. Images of favorite characters. Were they real? Of course not. Probably. She wanted to meet them. They had problems too, As it said. All resolved with a perfect resolution. Lives different, Bound for evolution. Book in hand she read again. Cup of tea still warm in her hands. Rain continuing to patter on the roof. Complete and utter insouciance.