At a certain time of the day,

The journey to the kitchen is different to most others that took place that day, 

There is now a deliberate certainty as to why my feet walk with such grit

As I take a turn into the kitchen, I'm first greeted by a light wind

Then the sun's rays, it plays around the floor, walls, and my arm

I see her now, I see her standing there

Tall neck and plump body,

Her insides, warmer than usual

She's been in the sun all day,

Shit,

I jump to take her out of the heat

I open the freezer door

I lay her down on her side inside,

I close the freezer door

It takes a couple of minutes for her to cool down

The impatience in me is rising steadily

I walk around, this time there is an uncertainty to my step

Hannah, do we have a cork screw?

I shout but no response

I start looking for the cork screw

I can't find the corkscrew

I start to panic as I scour through the draws

Still no corkscrew

I walk now with certainty to the room,

As I open the door,

Hannah, is there a corkscrew?

No, there is not,

Panic sets in again,

Oh, actually, there is,

Ok

I start to relax,

My breath evens out

Another journey to the kitchen commences

We find the corkscrew

As I return back to the freezer

The action of taking her out

Placing her upright

Firmly gripping her neck

Not too tight, makes my spine erect

I start cutting away at her lip,

Unveiling her as I pull back part of her capsule,

Taking the corkscrew

I place its tip in the middle of her cork

I start to twist

Applying more pressure as the screw swivels in

It's time she takes her first breath

Pop

The cork is out.

I grab her body.

The glass is ready,

I position it and pour her in.

Her soft red fluid pulsating out of her neck

I lift the glass bringing it to my mouth,

Sip.