Today's OneWord: Swaying

I find her swaying, upright, in the dining room, with all the lights on, all the candles lit, and all the windows open - which sweeps in the rain like wet, translucent confetti, making itself at home in our tiny domain. I approach her; she's asleep. Of course. This is not the first time I've seen her in this state. And when I touch her, she moans. She is, at first, incoherent. I do not understand her.

"Um...pardon, love?"

Then she becomes insistent; frustrated, even. "I am STEEPING the fucking TEA!"