I'm not supposed to drink coffee...

...because my mum wants all the coffee to herself! But sometimes when she's at work, I love to make my own cup of coffee to feel a bit more "grown up".

Pop! The kettle wheezes to a stop.

Willow tendrils grasp at my nose,

Beckons. My eyelids are ripped open

by its sight - I bring the black treasure

to my wavering lips, I sip. Hmmm.