Unconscious

I poured coffee for myself.

Being ditsy, i poured it in two cups.

You, being ditsy yourself, looked at me and you drunk one of them.

Important: the coffee didn't opposed.

After all..why would she?

She coursed down warm and rippling, inconscious from a certain point onwards.

Nobody was thinking otherwise than derived. Not me.

Neither you.

Nor the coffee.

Nor the cups.

The cups: black.

Absolutely.

No doubt.

Black.

The coffee: black.

Absolute.

And I poured it in two cups..