Klynic

The bleached oak cupboards which hung right above the kitchen sink seemed so out of reach. It normally was an easy stretch for her hands to find the shiny knob, but today, Teniola practically stood on her toes to reach the knob and was surprised to find the cupboard empty. Regretfully bringing back her feet flat on the cold tiled floors, she picked up her teacup and her eyes fell on the container that housed the dried mint leaves nestled to a corner of the porcelain kitchen table.  Carefully placing the cup on the table, she ran her hands over her natural kinky hair, whilst trying to use her free hand to stop her robe from sharing her nakedness with the empty kitchen and the cold morning. Teniola poured some hot water into the cup, found a tiny spoon in the plate rack, picked up the container and arranged them neatly in a tray that innocently lay on the kitchen table. She picked up the tray turned to exit the kitchen and froze.   Her eyes were fixed on the open doorway into the kitchen