The Coffee

They sat down, only just awake. One yawned, then the next and the next.
I caught one’s eye, the morning sun shining on my silver face.
He grabbed a cup, pressed a button and my many lights glowed.
I whirred to life.
He ground the beans as I grew warm,
He attached the handle and steamed the milk,
He flipped a switch
And suddenly warm coffee flowed through me and into the cup.
The milk was added, he took a sip.
And he awoke.