As good as a cuppa

I had slipped into sleep and fell deeply.

Ten hours later.

I microwave a cup of coffee from an old pot.

Function over taste.

Immediacy and no waste.

I snatch the cup by its handle, immediately after the ding.

Heat radiates into the nerve endings of my fingers and palm.

Too quickly. Hot sensation becomes burning.

I hold the cup midair, as the realization is apprehended.

I will my hand to stay clasped about the handle.

I lower the mug to the counter.

No spill. Nothing dropped. No broken glass.

It takes two seconds but the difference seemed an odyssey.

Time slowed as I accomadated° a mini-crisis.

°Courted a-coma-date.

A Comma.

I pay attention to your punctuation.

Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

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