I love how she drinks her coffee. Perfect lips pressed up against her cup. Her hands caressing the cup as if she’s holding this immense power. She licks her lips slowly, not wasting a drop on the brim of the cup or anywhere else. I could watch her endlessly drink her coffee, hot or cold. I sometimes wish I was the cup & the coffee, so I could feel what she feels and have her indulge me. She always looks at me and says “what?”, with a little smile on her face. I shake my head and smile back. How perfect seeing something as small as coffee make someone happy.