Midnight Cafe Au Lait

That night, the café au lait was slowly cooling down. The owner of the room made a mug of café au lait as soon as he came home in the evening, but after taking a sip, he went to take a shower and went straight to bed. First thing tomorrow morning, the master of the room would abandon him. Maybe he would take just one more sip. But then again, he would probably raise an eyebrow at the overnight café au lait and turn the mug upside down. The coffee, milk, and sugar inside of him will be unnecessary tomorrow.The owner of the house was cheerful, nimble, lively, and thoughtful. He was a fine man who had passed the age of youth and was in the process of acquiring a sense of dignity. But sometimes he cries silently in his solitary room, his unplugged computer tells me. The café au lait can't help it. He has no way of knowing what's going on outside.The computer will not be thrown away tomorrow like a café au lait, but its contents change daily. It would be nice if we could keep only the important things, but as we remember and forget things, we seem to have lost track of what is important. “I wish I could just turn mine off for a little while, sip you slowly, and go about my day in peace," he said, "I seem to be too bitter. There's only a little bit of sugar in it," he said, "but some people like it that way. The computer thought for a moment and then said quietly, "You're a little off, you know. You're just in the wrong place at the wrong time, that's all. Sometimes we need a café au lait like you. Thank you," he said, and Cafe au Lait laughed a little. From the bed came the sound of regular, somewhat labored breathing.The clock ticked away the time precisely. From outside the window, the occasional noise of a motorcycle, a barking dog, or the singing of a drunken man could be heard. Suddenly, Café Au Lait felt like singing a lullaby. For some reason, she felt as if she knew it. But she couldn't do it. Yesterday's café au lait should have filled the room with the aroma of coffee and milk, and it should have sung a lullaby, but today's café au lait could not do so. The sigh of the Lord who stirred the café au lait in the evening was trapped in it. I do not have what it takes to be a gentle person sleeping in bed. Then at least have a happy dream, Café Au Lait thought. I do not have the gentle warmth of the café au lait that his mother used to make for him.Indeed, the computer was right, and Café Au Lait had no idea what was going on in the outside world. I wonder if the Lord is not proud of his many jobs and friends. And I wonder if I am not the one who gives Him a moment's rest. The mug laughed as I murmured this, and the shaken café au lait hurriedly suppressed the wave. You're right," the mug said, "that's today's café au lait. That's right," the mug said. You've done your job," the mug said.The café au lait brewed every day tastes different. Sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter, sometimes almost milky. It was like the outside world. When the Lord wakes up, it will probably be goodbye to you. I've already done that many times. Café Au Lait felt lonely, but finally he said, "Tomorrow I will probably taste a little more tenderness. I'm sure tomorrow's me will taste a little gentler.The owner of the room awoke from his dream as sunlight streamed into the room through a gap in the curtains. He washed his face and looked at his desk to find yesterday's café au lait there. Thinking for a moment, he took just one sip and furrowed his brow. Satisfied with the look on his face, the café au lait said goodbye to the computer and the mug and quietly went down the drain. This morning he would soon brew this morning's café au lait.It could be sweet or bitter, sometimes almost milky. I'm sure there's also the inevitable loneliness, sadness, anger, and disappointment. But they are just small moments, the size of a mug of coffee.The midnight café au lait slowly loses its temperature, turning memories into memories.