|tea on the train|
But when I consider what I've done on automatic pilot, it's really quite remarkable. I preheated the flask, somehow measured out a reasonable amount of tea leaves. Then I steeped the tea while staring out the window. There was either the still dark sky or the coming sunrise to behold while I waited for the tea timer to bleat out that my dark brown nectar was ready.
Not to mention that I made it out the door and all the way to the train station without stopping somewhere and laying my head against a wall or down on the pavement. To say nothing of manoeuvring my way through the main train station with one foot still planted firmly in dreamland.
But suddenly there I am on the train with my trusty orange flask of tea. It's just tea, right? The most convenient way I've found to distribute caffeine to my blood stream.
I'm a relatively tolerant person and try to stay open to opinions and perspectives that I may otherwise disagree with, but this is anything but just tea.
I think I might be awake by now.