Marvin comes to life Morning Coffee Search

*Sigh.* Another morning, and my seams are already throbbing before the clock even hits nine. I left Jeffy snoring under that towel and dragged myself up the side of the sofa, looking for a scrap of peace. Right there on the low side table sat a half-drained porcelain mug with cold coffee dregs. Reaching out with both plush hands, I gripped the thick ceramic handle and gave it a solid tug just to see if I could tilt a drop free. Instead, the mug barely wobbled, sending a faint whiff of stale roast right into my face. Typical. Not even a single sip for the old man.