You think that you’re safe
I see you there, least-favorite of my coffee cups. You think that because you loiter behind closed cabinet doors, all nonchalant and seemingly useful, that you have evaded my notice.
You think wrong, oh porcelain one. I have espied you, and noted how little I use you. YOU, coffee cup of mine, are not as safe as you might think.
You will not know when, and you will not know how, but know this coffee cup: you are marked.