Mocha Sludge

I ordered my coffee presumptuously. There should be chocolate in a mocha along with coffee, but I swallowed my water and foam with only a whimsical dream of the substances. After a long drought of acceptance I found the nugget of chocolate cemented to the base of the mug. Painfully, I swirled the ooey googy goodness sludge. I was presented with a choice, a paradoxical vantage pivot: do I enjoy the sludge or remark about how the barista screwed up my drink. I CHOSE to enjoy the sludge.