Reaching across the table she pulled a small packet of sugar from a wooden box, emptying the contents into her cup and stirring slowly. Bringing the hot liquid up to her mouth she paused briefly, taking care not to drink too quickly, remembering the last time she burned her lips.
Looking out across the field she thought the view looked especially beautiful this time of day. The sun, still low in the eastern sky sent soft beams of light streaming through the trees like a thousand long fingers reaching out through the woods.
Kathryn loved the early hours of the morning, before the noise and clatter of a long, busy day. This was her time to sit and think, to contemplate and consider all that needed to be done. And today would be an especially challenging day, one that would require careful planning and great attention to detail.
With one last sip she returned her cup to its saucer, brushing away the last tiny bits of her morning cake. Pushing herself up she wrapped the belt of her long white robe snug around her waist and retreated upstairs to bathe and dress for day.
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