Warming Words

She cupped the hot mug in her hands, the heart shape long distorted into a blob of brown. It was so nice and soothing and warm. It really did warm her up, make her feel better. Things were funny like that, much like laughter being the best medicine. After a while, everything always turned out okay. The stresses were released, or would be in the coming days once assessment was over. Music was a healer. Writing was life. Or at least, supposedly, even though sometimes she utterly hated it. It was strange. She had two days worth of assessment to fill the weekend with, and she felt relieved. Things were looking up.

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