One chilly Halloween morning...

The young witch prepared herself an early morning brew. It awakens the senses and alerts the mind. She sips it, as consuming too much in one sitting can make one fall ill.

From absent mindedness and forgetfulness, to fidgeting and stomach aches. No matter the flavor, fruity, nutty, chocolaty, she drank it.

It was her morning ritual for her to be fully ready for the day, or so she thought. Actually, she has a few rituals that she uses to help brighten her day. Things like making the bed, starting the laundry, put away a few dishes.

She tortured her body by inhaling smoke from the magic herbs. She says they help her. Allow her to focus more on her tombs. She doesn’t do it too often, but just often enough for her to cough.

She likes the smell; it intrigues her. It lights up an almost nostalgic feeling in the spine. Again, too much of a good thing is not always good.

When she isn't doing her mundane desk job, she can be found at home. She will read her tombs, write out spells and enchantments for hours at a time.

There is also a skill that she's been trying to teach herself. If done successfully, she'll be able to apply her magic to her artwork. This can be things moving, or changing colors, or anything of that nature. It's a skill that can be self-taught but could be taught by some master for a hefty price.

The young witch relishes in peaceful surroundings. The lighting must be perfect. An early morning sun that peaks through sheer curtains. The blinds themselves are open halfway. The temperature must be chilled. In the hotter seasons, you can find her using two or three fans to help keep her comfortable. She can't seem to focus in the heat.

She'll start the timer just a few hours before noon. When the air starts to warm up and the world is starting to wake up. Isolating herself for her studies.

This is her one true genuine pleasure in her life right now. She gets to create. Her tombs, writings, enchantments, and spells will never be life changing. Yet, here she is having a ball by just creating something.

She donates her creations to local stores that would take them. The idea of someone, anyone, stopping and looking at her work is thrilling for the young witch. The point for her is not to become rich and famous but to hopefully make someone's day with her work. She knows the only way to achieve this goal is to just sit down and create. So she does.

The feeling of accomplishment and self fulfillment warms the heart. It's important to strive for those feelings. When more and more people are giving up on everything, being the person who brings people up can be very rewarding.

The young witch has much to learn but has plenty of passion to give. Throughout her day, she'll cook and clean. She'll stop to look at her phone and lose track of time. She's not perfect, no one is. With this in mind, she's super reliable. If she has a plan, she's going to get it done.

When the morning starts creeping into the middle of the day, the attitude changes. Time starts moving faster, your heart rate has sped up over time, and now we're here.

An end to our morning, but what else can we do? It happens every day, but she'll never get used to it. Maybe one day she'll float down off her cloud in the sky.