Tea with my Demons

Late one night, they came. Did I summon them? I think they were a part of me. I must have called them. They are under my control. Aren’t they? I suppose they are. I must do some investigation.

They came. One by one. How many were they? I suppose I forgot how to count when I saw them. Quite a sight, they were. In their glowing cloaks of red and gold and white and silver. Elves, I wondered? But this is not Middle Earth.

Some were young and some were old and some I couldn’t quite place. How long had they been with me? I’m not eighty yet, I thought. They shut out my thoughts. I suppose I forgot how to think. Some were males and some females, others, I couldn’t quite place. They smiled.

‘Sit down. Come with us. Let’s have tea together.’ Okay, I said. I can have tea. As long as it’s strong. Where’s the milk? Where’s the sugar? ‘It tastes better this way.’ Did it? I suppose I forgot how to taste. My demons, they called themselves. Mine.

Some were handsome, some were hideous and some I couldn’t quite place. They looked at me and I looked at them. We both liked the company. We did not talk much. I suppose I forgot how to talk. And I spent the night with the demons I can honestly say that I liked.