You stared into the teacup, warmth wafting towards your face.
Its light, red-brown colour and herbal taste was comforting, reminding you of days sick as a child.
You set down the teacup gently, and inspect your food.
Oatmeal, toast, and a small dish of berries.
The oatmeal has a pleasant cinnamon-y smell.
The meal looks well planned out, as it consists of foods that won't make you feel worse than you already do.
Who knew that gods could be merciful?
You laugh quietly at your own joke, then begin to eat.
You're nearly through with your meal before you realise what time it is.
Way past late for work.