D lemoney freshness of green tea sipped thru his lips,
warm cosy blanket caressing his skin,
cool harmattan whispering thru the blinds,
opera lady's voice compensating the rhythm.
He gently blinked and sipped again,
without the teeniest care in the world,
it felt like nirvana...
Alas! a great silence befell the room,
the lady gone mute, tea running cold,
all the darkness could mutter was PHCN.
but would this mark the end of this peaceful...
