Coffee Meets Tea; A Love Story

Dear Diary, 

It was early, of course, I’ve always been an early riser. I was alone. Sitting in a pink travel thermos, completely naked. Steam rising from my head. Waiting to be taken somewhere - a workplace, an appointment, who knows. A human woman is in another room. I can hear her as she parts with her lover. They whisper sweet nothings. I can’t see them (I don’t have eyes) but I imagine the human man squeezes her tiny hands. My heart swells at the thought. But here I am. On this countertop. Alone. In a few minutes I will be topped up with milk and momentarily feel complete. But it is fleeting. I long for more. I long for love.




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