SelfPub: Cup of thin bone ...

A cup of fine bone china, like pure, white smalt, letting in the sun's rays. The golden rim is a morning halo, the black night with waves of coffee is a boundless ocean. Warm pastry with a haze of grated cinnamon and a drop of black, like a large pearl, chocolate and the embrace of your palms, wrapping the quivering porcelain of the sky with warm wings. Breakfast?... No. Minutes of close constancy...