(A story about growing up)
At first I had none. No “coffee sense” or anything connected to it, existed in my head.
One day, as my awareness of the external world grew over a certain point, I have noticed a peculiar thing. They called it “coffee”.
Coffee was embodied in mini black holes of a specific smell that grown ups gravitated towards in their daily get-togethers.
Upon a closer inspection I have noticed that coffee was a blackish liquid with brown foam on top. They used to drink it from small cups – that previously established source of the strong gravitational force.
Grown ups; a mysterious drink; conversations that were either boring or non-understandable; the whole happening often enveloped in clouds of smoke… I was suspecting that all those coffee drinkers were actually members of a sect. Therefore I decided to stay away from coffee.
That was the beginning. My coffee sense hatched from those feelings and impressions. There it was; a virtual one-state cell, with no developed receptors.