A Bed of Felt and Tea

My toes slipped right over the polished brass rim of an open tea tin on the side table! Tucked inside was an intact, fragrant paper tea pouch with a long white string. I wrapped both arms around the plump little pillow and pulled it flat against the tin bottom. When I leaned back onto the soft paper belly, the rich scent of dried chamomile drifted up, making the quiet dark room feel extra cozy, teehee... I looped the tiny printed paper tag right over my foot like a lucky charm!