chamomile

zabka, what are you doing?! shes yelling at me from the other room - she just woke up at like half past three - even thou we promised ourselves that we will start studying sharp from nine. 

sitting on my bed and drinking tea, i scream back.

what? i cant hear you, i have cotton balls in my ears.

i smile and enjoy the moment. its late afternoon; i have not walked out from the flat since last night; i know its sunny only because i checked out the sky from our indoor patio. uncountable amount of used paper with mathematical equations, formulas, propositions, lemmas, proofs, and examples surround my body while i take a two minute nap with a highlighter in my hand. 

i have a sip from that chamomile tea and smile again. i think i love him.