I was sitting at a table in a café when she walked in.

I said, “Hey, good-looking stranger— would you like a cup of coffee?”

We were laughing, drinking coffee—

when suddenly, she caressed me.

We were heading straight to the wedding—

then I woke up, needing coffee.

The teacup said, “Don’t drink too fast,”
“The future hides in every glass.”
The spoon just swirled, without a sound,
While dreams dissolved and spun around.