Coffee Clouds

I stare into the depths of my sweet caramel colored coffee Spying a glimpse of the heaven on earth of my childhood dreams Pretending to not notice my husband is noticing my fascination. A new development in the clouds of my coffee cup scene. The fluffy white whipped cream clouds part and an angel appears She is waving now, attempting to get me closer, so I can hear. Is she mouthing words? I lean in to see. My nose gets a taste of the froth. What are you doing? My husband asks. Not sure, I say, but there is another world here. And I intend to get to the bottom of it.