||[Jan. 25th, 2010|01:37 am]
The burner dial is set to high as the kettle rumbles. He is standing there staring at nothing within the room. The rumble fades and he turns the burner off just as the first hint of a whistle escapes the kettle.|
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.