The sploosh splosh of that deep brown liquid swirled in my mug. When I took a gulp, I could sense the steamy coffee running down my throat. The flavor was tart and strong, but at the same moment; enchanting. Overwhelmed by the aroma of vanilla and hazel nut, I take another sip; curving my pale pink lips around the dull mug frame…I take another sip, and then another. Pretty soon I could distinguish the creamy white bottom of the cup beginning to emerge, just like the sun peaking out from a dark rain cloud. I paced over to the old coffee pot; still half awake, I poured just one more cup of the smooth brown coffee.