I take the first sip...
The warm feeling starts flowing through my body, through every limb, every vein.
The tea is still spinning in the cup, a bit slower than before.
I keep watching until it stops.
The stillness begins to set in, the warmth now stopped spreading.
I take another sip.
Again the same feeling.
I start to stir it again, counter-clockwise this time.
Sip after sip, it fills me with warmth...
The cup is soon empty.
"I'll go make another, but what kind..."