Morning Coffee

We drink coffee every morning, but today was different. I entered the kitchen and prepared to do what I always did, reaching into the cupboard taking down two mugs. I stopped, my eyes fixated on the one in my left hand. Pale blue with the word, ‘a cup of stress always helps me relax’ impressed into the ceramic, a matte cream. I put the one in my right back up on the shelf without looking at it. Auto-pilot brought me to the coffee pot. Here I set the mug before taking the empt...