Sugar cube

Wetting the tip of my index to pick up the small white dots on the tablecloth. I used to do it everyday after lunch at my grand dad's coffee time.
To get a little bit of sugar and caffeine rushing through my veins at 6, you got to be allowed.
Allowed to dive a sugar cube in the darkness of a black coffee.
I wasn't crushing it between my teeth right away.
First, I was looking at the black plague making its way through the white small crystals I was holding carefully in front of my eyes.
When I felt the contaminated parallelepiped was about to collapse, I would slowly open my mouth and stick out my tongue to put the brown piece on it.
I would close my eyes precisely at this moment to feel the millions of grains going from a military aligned and stacked to a panicked population drowning on a tsunami.
A black and crispy tsunami.