Time bridge has been concluded. Here is something new. Proof read, no spell check.

I enjoy a good cup of tea. To excess of course, in iced form. It always wakes up a groggy mind in the morning and the caffiene is a stimulant I do enjoy in large doses. Sipping this morning, as I always do, I was harkened to cast a gaze contrary to what I was occupying my time with. Time sings, breathes and melodically passes the time quickly with a degree of sheer enjoyment. Caffiene and those melodic touches dance in my mind and I drift off, lean back in my rather weathered sofa. Very consuming this daily ritual of mine, but today, it was affected by an infrequent gaze that grows more and more commen as time in the form of many repetive and uneventful days continue to pass me by. I note my joints ache with sedintarism, my hair greys and my fingers reach more and more quickly to light yet another cigarette. My feline friend sits to my right, quite unaffected by the surroundings. She is consumed by that placid and desireable sleep which I happilly note as her stimulant of choice. Her sporatic dreams occasionally draw my attention as she gestures in a cat language that I become more and more fluent in as the days pass. Her sleep looks quite pleasant, but my gaze keeps me from the contact high for sleep she is giving me. Lighting yet another cigarette, ah, damn my addictive personality I think I let my feline friend continue a slumber uninterrupted. Sip, puff, listen as infinately rapid growing in tendency as does my growing affection for a gaze that seems to actually be quelling my addictions. The cigarette is put out and the remainder of the large quantitiy of iced tea I made gets poured down the drain. Some vile intoxicant it is I think. I take one last sip before I pour it out. Didn't waste much I think to myself and the gaze. I can't waste anything I think again. Yet the tea, the cigarette, even the music fades to a dull hum in the back of my mind. I look again when I return to my sofa. Fondly, affectionatelly, with a happiness that seems to replace all my cheap thrills that merlely stimulate. The gaze provides so much more. Sure a cigarette is great but they don't make my happy, just content. Happiness is a rarity in my cleanly surroundings. Sure I am occasionally happy, but this is different. The happiness is akin to my childhood when all things were neatly arranged, the future was too far away to contemplate and constant companionship was deeply satisfied by the immediate family. Now, I am alone. If but for only the gaze. I look again. Ah, such pleasure. Perhaps I will let the child rest. Fall back in time to pleasant memory seekings that not even my warming heart will tell me what it desires or any other fruitful things for that matter. Feeling warm with flushed cheeks and a innocent smile I sit back on the couch which previously I was perched on with an unknown anticipation of desire fufilled. I hear music. I Thirst again. I light a cigarette.