In The Hands Of Morpheus
Picture this: You stumble out of bed, fuzzy brained, because you didn’t sleep well last night. There are two choices: shower or coffee. You pick the shower. When you get there the sound of running water comes from the room. Someone has beaten you to the bathroom. Coffee, then, you mutter and stumble toward the kitchen. The coffee pot is in the usual spot, and you fill it up with water before you reach for the coffee grounds. There are none. Thankfully there is no one else in the room to hear you groan out loud.



