A Mug of Cocoa

Chill.
Painfully cold.
I step inside from the unforgiving chill.
But the chill clings to me.
I stand by the fire listening to it crack.
"Here."
I'm handed a mug of cocoa, hidden under a pile of marshmallows.
With shaking hands I grasp the mug, while my thawing clothes drip on the floor.
I take one small sip.
Warmth slides down my throat and spreads through my body.
I sigh with content.
"Thank you." I whisper.
I take another sip, just as wonderful as the last.
They just laughed and replied, "You looked like you needed it."
They leave me with my mug of cocoa.

A Moment

All days uniform.
Every day the same.
The same chatter.
Is it scripted?
The same gossip,
Do things ever change?
Out of nowhere, there's a spark.
My mind reals and my heart races.
Colors spin around me.
I don't know where they came from or where they go.
The world moves faster, yet each second see.ms longer.
A flash, a breath, a spark, a kiss.
A moment.
It's beautiful, it's indescribable, it's magical.
It's a moment.
Then it's gone.
I'm haunted by the magic of a moment.