Sleepwalking my way through life: Ode to a coffee cup



Ode to a coffee cup

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It is so sleek and… perfect. The end result of three agonising minutes of creation; filling the kettle, setting out the cup, clicking on the kettle. Each step taking mere moments, but the time it takes for the water to boil is infinitely long, so everything else can be done with care.

A teaspoon of coffee is needed, piled slightly for an extra kick, and I dropped into the cup. Next thing needed is two teaspoons of sugar, also slightly heaped, to join the coffee. Then add milk; a generous splash into the mug, mixing the bitter and sweet and bringing it to life. But now there is the wait for the water to stop boiling, an impatient foot tapping the ground as the kettle roars. Finally, after an infinite number of seconds pass, the kettle clicks and is whisked to a great height, where the water is poured into the mug to create a frothy top.

And there it is, a swirling, frothy top that begs to be drank and fill a chest with fantastic warmth and to clear the mind of any fog.

Oh god, I want one so badly.
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1 Comments:

At 4:13 am, Anonymous Elisabeth Ice Cream said...

I lubb you a litle more after reading this.

 

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