Fervor pierced the cup
To my lips
Slaking thirst with each droplet
The warmth lit up my body, quenching my soul.

I stared down at the cup,
Unadorned and serene
It was plain white
Pure.

Extending my throbbing arm, I placed it beside me
hearing it reverberate
the echo resonated in my mind like a gunshot heard throughout a derelict city.

Thinking I was asleep, She tiptoed to the bedside table
Quietly, picking up the cup and saucer,
Laying each gently on the wooden, ancestral tray.
As she was walking out of the room,
I felt lips parting as a smile emerged.
I saw a vague image yet it was so lucid that it hurt
She was standing there, carrying my tray, beaming with love.

I attempted to awake to tell her that she is not my dutiful servant but I am hers
I am her blessed daughter
I am her faithful friend
I am the one that loves and cares for her
But as my eyelids opened, she disappeared with the tray, the saucer,
And the cup.