I Yawning, I I and smearing my eyes with my fingers, I walked walked bleary eyed into the kitchen and

made made myself boiled the kettle. filled the kettle filled the kettle with water and water, fresh water, water from the tap, making checking with my hands to make sure it was cold enough. The best tea comes from the coldest water. I glanced outside outside for a minute at the mist. city mist. mist. I could taste almost taste the grey. I plugged the kettle in and switched it on. I As the kettle began to hiss, I got some biscuits. looked for biscuits, and biscuits. Anything Anything bigger than crumbs . I I found found some digestives. fusty digestives. They're For some reason, biscuits are nicer always nicer when they're they've gone a bit dry and stale. I poured milk took the milk out out of the fridge and poured some into a cup. cup that I'd left out left out from having used earlier. Then I made myself The kettle grumbled began grumbling grumbling fiercely so I poured water onto a teabag and took it from the cord, threw a teabag into my cup and poured water boiling water onto it. I watched it brew. swirls brown swirls rise up through the water. muted white of milky water. A few minutes passed. I put the teabag in I removed removed and squeezed the teabag, then flicked it into the bin. I picked up my mug and left the kitchen with