She had pleaded with it all night. It came for a short time, but slipped away quickly like a turtle in its shell.
It started around 1:30am and was still going now. The sky was ushering in the eerily pink sun draping it with shades of orange, peach, and gold.
She sat and pondered if it were wise to indulge in another cup of coffee, being it so early. The first had been consumed in haste and necessity. The cold air had gripped her firmly, as she attempted to draw warmth from her blankets, and before she knew it the cup was the temperature of no return.
You see, between settling the dogs, finding the heater was out of gas, and realizing the night sky was quickly retreating, she had abandoned her cup to the table outside knowing that was where she would settle for the morning. As paws pattered on the wooden deck, ripples were forming in her cup. With each ripple another breath of heat was expelled from the cup, and when she finally retired to her place on the green sofa she took a sip and knew she had two choices. She would need to consume the entire cup then and there, or she would have to waste the entire cup.
One does not “reheat” a cup of coffee.
She snuggled into the warmth of the blankets, and before she knew it she was waking up. Unbeknownst to her, she had dozed off, and was now running late. The second cup would have to wait for the car as she was then sure she needed the second cup.