I always wanted to go to the shore.
I know I would end up getting stuffed with sand and let it go soon after as lumps on a child's hand, but I just wanted to take a look how deep the sea is, and how much water I could fill myself inside. Heard that most of this planet are filled with water, which can fill trillions of me. I wonder how salty and eccentric it would be, not the clear, tasteless water I usually fill myself with.
People say three things are deep as the sea. First thing is a human mind, which are too diverse and complicated for a brainless thing like me. It could also say about love, I mean just any kind of love if the person who love thinks about their beloved truly and deeply. A mother's love to her child, a boy who loved a next-door girl or a girl who loved another girl, a man who loved God so much that he ended up being a priest, whatever else. The last thing is desire. Whatever, whoever, or wherever traps you, tangles you, and captivates you and never letting your mind go off. Wanting something from it would be endless like repetitive beats of a dance pop song. Sadly, as an inhuman being, I got to have all of the three for wanting to fill myself with the ocean.
I loved her scent from the first time my master brought her. Her scent made me feel that I am in a nice French bistro and filling myself with smooth cafe au lait, instead of a mere mug cup in an ordinary household. I could forget all of my sorrows from my master's infant child crushing me several times on the table, wetting me with saliva, or being left for days after leaving me with a pile of dirty dishwater. I also loved her brown body, not just because it looked sexy to me but reminded me the color of the skin of my mother, who came from the heap of the earth. I don't she would like it if I say so, but I don't care. I appreciated her name and even her nickname, because 'Caffeine' resembles me some mysterious drug, and she was my drug and source of my addiction.
When she mixed herself with water, she was ready to be filled inside some cup or a mug. My master didn't use her for a while because she was the 'extra tin of coffee which would be used when coffee runs out'. So I didn't care for it, and thought it was just good to be there with her existing. I started to wonder if my thought over her was called 'love' in a human language. I don't get hot automatically, or even have heart to beat faster when I saw her, and wondered if it is okay for a mug to have serious emotions like this. I just didn't care because it was too good. Then, all of the sudden, the time has come.
My master invited a friend over this place just to have a chat with her. Drinks are needed for a smooth, wonderful and graceful conversation, so she needed to have two mugs just for herself and her friend. While the two of them were having a chat with the baby slept still in the body of my master, I thought time was crawling downwards to the wall and began to surround them. Her scent was getting stronger, and other cups started to wake up by it. Even though it was becoming somewhat familiar, I still wonder where she had came from to have that captivating scent. However, it doesn't change that I wanted to even have a chance to meet her face-to-face wherever she was from Columbia or Sumatra. I want to embrace her inside my whole body. I want to tell her about my dreams about approaching to the sea, and even tell her that she was like the reddish-brown ocean during the sunset to me, while she was still in me. I want to enjoy every moment with her until she slipped out of me through the woman's mouth. I want her to fill my empty space and let me embrace her warm body. I want to have her. No, I DESIRE TO HAVE HER.
"...Want to have something to drink?"
Then, this ultimate question finally appears right now. As soon as my master asks her friend like this, my whole body starts to alert. YES, please say YES. I almost died until the woman nodded her head with a blast smile on her face. My master, who immediately heads toward me and takes me out from the cabinet, asks her friend one more crucial question.
"What do you want? Tea? Juice? Coffee?"
As I hear her name being mentioned, I secretly wish I had a mouth to beg my master and her friend. Coffee. Please. She should have Coffee. Stop standing right there only spreading that scent. Come here. Come close to me. Come to me and I'll hug you. I'll embrace your warm body until some force separates us. It would trigger me a new definition of sexiness. 617Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡad3CYrq9vE
As my wish was coming through, her scene becoming even stronger. I bet all the mugs over there were wishing the same thing, but I know I should win this silent competition. Then, the woman slowly opens her mouth and speaks quite lightly.
Coffee, please.
...Yes, indeed.
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