One day, as my awareness of the external world grew over a certain point, I have noticed a peculiar thing: they called it “coffee”. Coffee was embodied in mini black holes of a specific smell that grown ups gravitated towards in their daily get-togethers. Upon a closer inspection I have noticed that coffee was a blackish liquid with brown foam on top. They used to drink it from small cups - that previously established source of the strong gravitational force. Grown ups; a mysterious drink; conversations that were either boring or non-understandable; the whole happening often enveloped in clouds of smoke… I was suspecting that all those coffee drinkers were actually members of a sect and therefore I decided to stay away from coffee.