“Damn that coffee table,” Millie thought, this was the second time today she crashed straight into the corner and as her shin began to have yet another hysterical pulse she let the obscenities flow off her tongue. The thought crossed her mind each time a newly formed multi-colored bruise appeared to simply get rid of the old thing, but as she dreamed of an apartment floor without the nuisance of the hunky wooden rectangle something always kept her from caving in. Yes, it was only ten dollars at her friend’s yard-sale but where would she stack her collection of classic books she adored showing off to company, or her nightly cup of tea when she would reflect on her day before turning in? As these thoughts—and now emotions—seemed to accumulate almost out of nowhere in Millie’s restless mind she simultaneously peered down at that darn table to see abundant tea stained rings charged eternally into the cheap wood. She couldn’t help but smile as she remembered the lovely memories each cup of tea brought her during many lonely nights. For the time being she made up her mind to never get rid of her wooden-rectangle friend, “although I can’t make any promises for the next time it happens,” she admitted as she walked into the kitchen. Millie filled the copper kettle, set the fire underneath, and felt content to wait for the obnoxious whistle before retiring to the tacky floral sofa.
“Hmmmmm, what’ll it be tonight Millie darling?” The question never went unasked in apartment 32A and tonight the lucky winner was the vintage porcelain teacup and saucer: a tasteful floral print. Carefully and habitually she poured the boiling water, grabbed the last chamomile teabag and anxiously walked to the living room. Balancing the cup of water on the tiny saucer Millie felt somewhat accomplished for dodging the wooden beast all without spilling a single drop! Yet, almost in the same thought, while Millie planted herself on the sofa the saucer and companion were not as fortunate in their placement on the coffee table; Millie was convinced it was the doing of the coffee table but she couldn’t exactly prove it, but regardless, the saucer in stop-motion movements toppled over bring the teacup and the boiling water straight to the feet of Millie Brown.
The world went silent. With tears slowly dropping to the ground Millie bent down and started to gather what once was her favorite saucer and teacup duo. Now it was her two feet which had the agitated pulse and even though she wanted to find a way to blame the damn coffee table she couldn’t help but laugh at how clumsily she had become. And as the night rolled on by Millie quickly cleaned up the left over pieces and mopped up the water that didn’t find its way to either foot; she found herself back in the living room and gently placed herself at the edge of the sofa. She quietly started to cry, yet soon enough Millie felt intense warmth spread throughout her whole body and at that moment she wiped her last tear and stood up: “it’s nothing a cup of tea can’t solve” Millie told herself as she turned the corner towards the kitchen.