[ WP ] : Tell a story from the perspective of the nearest object to your left .

All I do is sit here, wait to be picked up, slurped, enjoyed, devoured. I am brought into life within a couple of minutes; add some steam, cinnamon and nutmeg, and here I am! What a fucking waste. I can feel myself depleting. Every time she takes hold of me a part of me disappears. Unfortunately, I need her. She moves me. She is the reason I am alive. If only I were *free*... from her grasp, from the machines, from this horrible lighting in this horrible office that I now call my *home*. Disgusting. Why am I this? Why am I not an animal, or something that breathes? Hell, I would even prefer to be that damn keyboard she's constantly tapping away at. It probably feels like a nice massage. 
 *Sigh*... I, as all other objects in the Universe, must accept my fate. I was brought into this world as a Chai Tea Latte with a shot of espresso, and I will leave as excrement.
