He woke up felling for the first time that he was living, breathing, even though he was long time piled up nearby all those who look like him. That day he woke up like if it was the first one. The beginning of his life, his reason for being. Suddenly, he felt everything moving, those who were nearby him, along with him slipped to a new place. Their new space. 

The humidity, which was around them penetrated them to the deepest part of their being. He noticed how his smell and flavor come off, making the water and him oneself. His life started to make sense.

His space where he was slipped off started to change of temperature, every second became hotter, bubbles showed around it warming up the place.

Then everything calmed down. The agitation, bubbles and burning, which were few minutes ago, diminished until it was transformed into fullness. He was in the climax, little more and everything would have ended.

He slipped, like the first time. He came up against something hard that stopped him and the water passed through him as if that, which stopped him couldn’t stop the water.

After all, the water was already him. Although his life ended there, stopped, the water was his smell and flavor. A perfect cup of coffee was made