Her intoxicating aroma wafts through my office, across my desk, floats over my dancing fingers, making its way up towards me, gently beckoning to be brought closer to my lips. She's teasing me, this one, quietly sitting there across my desk; she is motionless and yet full of untapped potential movement. After what feels like an eternity, I succumb. My right hand reaches for her and my thumb and fingers subtly caress her back before pulling her in close and pressing my lips against her. I am treated to the sweetest taste of the morning, and a warmth washes over me. As we part, I cannot help but let a comforting sound escape me. "Ahhh ..."

There's nothing like a glorious cup of decaffeinated French Vanilla in the morning to make the time go by more quickly. There's a cappucino machine at work now! (But you can decide what I'm writing about. Whatever makes you happy.)