[Guest]

I took a few liberties here because I like my riddles to rhyme. To be fair, neither mother or brother are relevant except as they make everything fit. *grin*

I raise the writer’s weary head.

I keep the children out of bed.

I warm the heart of tired mother,

I spur the strength of older brother.

I’m bitter alone but among others I’m sweet;

They lighten my world, they make it a treat.

Many blame me for their affliction,

But each of them chose their own addiction.

So quicken your step and open your eyes,

Time to get up, to rise and to shine!

[Thalia]

Coffee?

[Guest]

Coffee?

Woo, that was FAST. Yup!