I'm not drinking.. I'm dreaming of drinking. Or thinking about a dream of a drink. It's a hot little cup. Actually it's two cups. One large, one small. Both very similar in their powerful aromas. The smaller seems to have a slightly frothy surface.. while the larger is simply liquid shadow. And yet the smaller is more intense.. to work it's wicked little way deep into the cells with it's potent weave. Like little painless spikes that inject with a sudden blast. Although a little pain would be quite appropriate. Yeah.. Soon. Once these feet grant me their time.. it's just a matter of minutes. Yet that, I believe, will still be a while.