Somewhere in a far away world, she felt the vibrating of her cellphone on the night table and hears the distant notes of a familiar tone. In a robotic movement, she presses the off button of the alarm, and gets up to face yet another monotone day.
As she gets dressed, she thinks about how sick and tired she is of her life, her low-paid job, her colleagues, her friends she barely saw, her routine..
But she coped, for as simple of a girl as she was, she was patient.
Silently, she slips into the kitchen and makes herself a cup of coffee

How relieving
That smell made her day, ever since he asked her to grab a cup of coffee with him.
How charming was he! Smiling to her from behind his fuming mug, his eyes sparkling at her with what she thought, she hoped, was admiration for her. How sweet was his voice and radiant his smile!
She sees him, again and again, in her mug. His dark brown eyes stare back at her from inside her coffee, shining on her day like a full moon on a dark night.
She still remembered perfectly well the sound of his cheerful laugh, which only made his eyes more astonishing – ah that laugh! - she still heard the sound of his voice in the noise she made while drinking, with every sip, that voice that never ceased to make her smile, that voice that said words of such tenderness, of such magic, she still believed them. That voice that, even saying random mundane words, made her dream, took her to lands of fairies and gnomes, built her castles and turned it all into gold. That voice she missed so much..
Pressing her lips on the mug, she felt his lips, soft, tender, and bittersweet like was his coffee that day.
She indulged herself in that moment of pleasure, closing her eyes, seeing him, smelling him, feeling him, holding him, shouting to him at the top of her voice how much she loved him, how much she missed him.
But, again, the cup is empty, just like her life without him, with a heavy sigh, she washes her mug, and, with a tear on the corner of her eye, pours more coffee into it.
She smells him, again, again she sees his eyes, again she hears his voice, again she senses his warm breath on her neck, again she feels his hands embrace her in a passionate hug, again and again, and again! Like every morning, like with every cup of coffee, like in ever coffee shop..
With another sigh, she heads out. On her way to work, she passes by the cemetery, like every day, puts the fuming mug on the tombstone, and, caressing it, with another tear, goes on
She’s just making it through another day