Coffee

He stares at the coffee flowing down from the jug in the waitress’s ands to the cup that lay in front of him on the table. The dark waterfall has his total attention. I t seemed that it was the only thing that mattered. The world wasn’t there anymore, it seeped into the background and held no real value. The waterfall stopped and the waitress moved away, the cup now full. He gingerly picked up the cup and slowly lifted it to his lips. As he drank, content filled his heart. The coffee was real. And it was his. It would never leave him. Unlike her. He put down the cup and looked out the window at the world outside. He smiled.