Coffee

You sit, you sip from your coffee mug, unlabeled. You write the first lines and you realize a new universe awaits to be discovered. You cough, you stretch, you erase and type again. You go to the bathroom, you wash your hands. You sit again, you sip more coffee and you create a street, the sound of cars driving back and forward. You go inside a car but you want more coffee and you have to stand, go to the kitchen and brew some more. Yoy come back and you write about your main character's shirt, you imagine how hot it is and you grin, as you realize you are not living inside this hell you are about to create.