... was my morning cup of coffee.
I went to the cupboard.
The cupboard was bare.
I got ready for work early and caught the 8am express bus that drops me off near the National Library, which, until recently, made coffee as good as anywhere in Canberra, but now Jeremy doesn't seem to be working the machine it has gone off somewhat.
I had to wait 10 minutes for the Library's cafe to open.
I sat near a lady with a baby.
The baby made a sound somewhat akin to an elongated "splat".
There arose a smell which overwhelmed the size of the Library foyer and the air conditioning system.
But I wanted coffee.
One of the cafe staff unlocked the door of the cafe and announced that the machine was broken.
There would be no coffee.
I walked to work, a thick black cloud of blackness hovering somewhere above my head.
All I ever wanted was my morning cup of coffee.