She sits awaiting the coffee brew
In her wicker armchair she waits
The coffee swirls into the mug
covering her white pants with brown stains
scalding her, and she screams
She screams, the coffee is hot
the coffee burns her skin
she floats up, up, up
to the brim, reaching for the rim, reaching
She awakens
her coffee, spilled across the desk
drip, drip, dripping it’s hot brew on her leg