Today I walked into the kitchen to make some coffee. I placed the cup down in front of the kettle, stared blankly at it for a moment. Then I turned, left the kitchen, and spent the next thirty minutes working in my study.
Eventually, my partner made the coffee for us.
I don't know if I am a daydreamer because I have so few opportunities to dream at night, or whether it is just an innate part of my mental machinery.
Maybe the answer is at the bottom of this cup of coffee.
