I never asked for you to wait for me, but I never thought you'd leave so soon I'm sitting at my desk drinking a lukewarm cup of coffee and my is it bitter. Seriously bitter. I do enjoy my coffee black, but when I cringe with every sip, I realize that it is not enjoyable as the previous cup, but it is my fault that it got this way. Hell I lied. It's not even lukewarm. It's cold. I recall watching the coffee being made. Piping hot, full of warmth. A comfort I was excited to wake up to. And the coffee cup. Oh the cup and it's beautiful design. It may seem simplistic to others, but I see something much more when I look at the cup, knowing exactly what it holds inside. The way the handle is placed urges me to hold it closely as I wrap both my hands around the entire cup and bring it closely to my face feeling the heat and the energy from the steam as I slowly close my eyes and inhale the moment. Bliss. Pure bliss. Then I set the cup down. I let the cup sit th