The Dance Of The Tea Makers

A co-ordinated 9am charge to the kettle in work.
All of the dancers in need of their fix.
Some on coffee, some on tea. Others have fruit brews which "have the same effect".

They slide past each other as they grab their mugs. No-one ever touches, no-one misses a beat.
They circle each other to get the hot water and then dart out for the milk. You would think it was a mystical dance from some of the footwork.
More and more join the frenzy, desperate to start their days with the warm satisfaction of a hot beverage.

The people who just want a glass of water are scowled at. They are the dads at the school disco. This is not the time or place. It is a time for caffeine, for rich roast, for Colombian beans.

The dancers disperse, exiting the stage back to their desks.
Safe in the knowledge that the 10am recital is just around the corner.