Milk, artificial sweetener, and instant coffee are already waiting in the bottom of the cup. He pours the steaming water watching it fill the cup. Taking a chopstick he stirs the mix. In his mind he's thinking that the chopstick is a magic wand and he's stirring a magical potion.
Setting the chopstick aside, he takes his coffee to the table and setting it down settles into the chair himself. He sighs as he sits there watching a few undissolved flakes of instant coffee swirling on top of his coffee.
Closing his eyes for a few seconds before he lifts the cup and takes a sip. He's not thinking that this is a daily ritual of his, and in its own way is more magical than he'd give that brief fantasy of brewing a magic potion credit of having.