It was one day after midweek,
I was sleeping covered under the warm blanket and a flurry of rain pattered against the roof.
The dew drops covered the window.
Awaken at times of dawn by the sound of drizzle rain.
Vanilla candles were still fiery amidst the 16 degrees celsius room.
A cup of hot tea was a choice to blend into the never leave my bed mood.
And feel to sleep by watching the steam from the hot tea.