Today let's do some role-playing: Pretend to be your favorite cup and write about a day in the life of that cup. Think about scale and perspective.
You are the love of my son's life and my friend. When you take me down and put me to your lips and sip the insides of my brain, I cannot help but think how full you are of me, how rich our synergy, how well-trod our conversations. They are a blessing in my old age, and my son is lucky to be with you, dear heart. I only wish I could consume you, too.