Surprising Aftertaste

All week she’d been promising me a big surprise. I told her I didn’t like surprises, but she insisted.

Friday ended up being busy as hell, so when she greeted me with a cup of warm tea I drank it down quickly.

I didn’t notice the residue at the bottom, or the bitter taste of the sleeping pills until it was too late and I’d passed out.

When I finally woke up, she had a lavish spread out for breakfast, hence the “need to make sure I hadn’t surprised her mid-cooking”.

Breakfast was good enough for me to forgive her.