The office-boy brings in a cup. Places in on my table and leaves. I pick up the cup and sip the brown liquid, already almost-feeling the kick that caffeine always gives me.
It doesn't come. A hint of tea assaults my unprepared senses.
I stare at the fluid in my cup. It stares back at me defiantly. Daring me to give it a name. I look at it in incredulity for a while. Cautiously take another sip. Still the same. Coffee, but not quite. Tea, but not quite.
It is an in-between.
I am here, but not quite. I am there, but not quite.
I am an in-between.
