14.03.2026 | MM363
In response to Di’s daily Prompt:
https://wp.me/p3RSgb-whg

Yesterday the tea went everywhere.
Not gracefully.
Not politely.
It launched itself off the table
like it had dramatic plans.
Today is the quiet aftermath.
Cloth in hand, I wipe the table,
the floor,
and possibly my dignity.
The kitchen smells faintly of tea
and minor regret.
Still, there is something satisfying
about the rhythm of cleaning.
Wash, rinse, wipe, repeat.
Little disasters disappear
one careful motion at a time.
And when the table finally shines again,
I make a fresh cup of tea.
Because clearly
the first one yesterday
went on an adventure
without me ☕😄💜
— Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫







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