The break begins without ceremony, Just a chair pulled back slightly. Coffee arrives, doing most of the work. Steam lifts like a quiet suggestion. The spoon forgets why it was stirring, Decides to rest. Thoughts line up politely, Then stop caring about order. The cup warms the palms, Which is already enough. Screens dim, Not by command, but agreement. A crumb becomes a landscape, The table, a temporary country. Time loosens its tie, Checks no messages. One sip stretches into two. Nothing insists on being solved. The day waits nearby, Understanding this pause is earned. The cup empties honestly, No rush, no drama. Five minutes pass, Leaving behind more than they took. (Five Minutes and a Cup) (Five Minutes and a Cup) Five Minutes oooo-ooooooo... (Five Minutes and a Cup) (Five Minutes and a Cup) Five Minutes...
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