It is a very special occasion as the coffee community is celebrating its anniversary. To celebrate I decided to organize a meeting and invite all the coffee lovers.
The first to arrive were the administrators of 
Further back came the hivers, I could tell there was a little bit of everything: singers, plastic artists, musicians, chefs, gamers, a little bit of everything. I understood how varied the hive can be. I needed several tables for them, I thought they were not going to fit, but finally they did.
I hadn't finished placing them when Shakira came in singing that a she-wolf like her wasn't meant to sit at just any table. I got a little nervous and drank my fifth cup of espresso. The thought occurred to me that the managers could entertain the celebrity and maybe the coffee goddess could teach her how to drink real coffee.
We have iced coffee," a small voice asked. I looked around and saw a little green man with antennae and bulging eyes. A little fearful, I pointed to the iced coffee machine and he went straight to serve himself. Even the aliens were here.
The UN representatives arrived. They were all very happy and cheerful, promising world peace. That was when I realized that coffee has no borders and can unite the hardest of hearts. There I left at a table all the presidents of big and powerful countries having coffee with those of the small and forgotten countries.
I felt tired but the guests had not yet arrived. I served myself a piece of coffee cake with cinnamon cream. It is a real treat.
While I was enjoying my dessert King Enigma arrived. I don't know who invited him but he asked to sit at a table by himself to start a game of chess with one of the guests.
All are welcome to celebrate the coffee party.
Charlie's Angels, Bruce Willis and the Joker came. The room was packed.
I approached the stage to announce that the coffee cake would be served with a delicious iced coffee. I was convinced that those guests would not sleep for days because of the excess caffeine in their veins.
When I went to take a bite of my cake, Ronald McDonald's, who I don't know how he got in? He got up to bring me a napkin but was interrupted by the sound of a bell.
The noise was repetitive and everyone began to disappear within seconds. I panicked when I saw Ronald vanish before handing me the paper towel.
I was left alone in the middle of the room. I closed and rubbed my eyes to try to get a better look and discovered I was in my room. The bell that the nurse at the mental hospital was ringing announced that it was time for medication and hopefully I would get a cup of coffee.
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