Windmill Machine

“ The clock starts ticking...It echos across the room and fades to nothing. The fan on the ceiling creaks and sputters like a broken windmill machine. The faulty light bulbs alongside the fan sizzles and flickers like a century old generator. The brand new coffee maker sits on top of a counter starts whistling like a silent black and silver kettle as a timer sets off. The fresh aromatic scent of Arabic coffee lingers in the air, twisting and turning. The white porcelain mug at the coffee maker; is it half-full or half-empty?”