She rolled out of bed at her normal time - early enough that she didn't feel lazy about wasting the morning, but still late enough that she could waste the rest of the morning without feeling lazy.  On this particular morning, the timing she was arose was of little importance because a much different awakening had occured in her.  No matter how strong her desire to do nothing, a feeling of productivity could not be avoided.  While her simple little head dozed through its peaceful lengthened sleep, other parts of her had been productive.  Her heart felt different.  At that moment, she did not condisder whether the world had changed or whether she had changed.  She just felt.  When the teapot whistled, she hesitated before pouring her waking cup of tea.

Everything was different.  Magic.  As she tilted the spout, she felt it drifting through the air, as heavy and permanent as the disappearing vapor and the echo of its heralding whistle.  Magic.  As this new feeling brewed in her head, she began to catch the scent of uneasiness.  Something was definitely different, foreign, uncertain.  This sensation of change clung to the air - change far less substansial than nickels and quarters but worth far more.  This day was far too strange for something as mundane as morning tea.  She was not sure of what would fall from her teapot.

Something quaint - a bouqet of flowers, sprung from the spout with petals that would never melt and dew drops that turn to sweetener? Something evil - a scaled snake, slithering out of the spout, with a million writhing snakes hissing, pouring out behind it, leaving behind skins like used teabags. Gunsmoke, tears, kazoos, gold, bats, butterflies. Anything. The world was unfamiliar yet that in itself it felt familiar. Magic. At the moment she felt this, she wasn't sure how she had this new power to see things; whether it was her power over him that had shown her how to care, or whether it was the power that he had over her that had shown her how to love.  What did arise in her was an acceptance. She's a little teapot and he floats away like steam.