Tiny Bit of Heaven

You get seated at your desk to work in the silence of the night, see some chocolate left from the night before on the table. You light up a cigarette, inhale the smoke and throw the piece of chocolate into your mouth. As it dissolves on your tongue, being needled by a sweet restlessness, you look around. Something is missing; just a sip of coffee would suffice, you think, but kitchen is too far away. There you see the mug you had your  morning coffee from. Tiny bit of sip of cold coffee is still left in it. You drink it to hold and let it dance with other sour tastes in your month. For a little while, you are complete in simplicity. You just had tiny bit of heaven.