Oh, For a Mug of Hot Cocoa

The metallic water heater taunts me, hissing out a steamy laugh. Three packets of cocoa mix lean against the wall, patiently waiting to transform ordinary H2O into sweet, chocolatey goodness. Tiny marshmallows peer out through the gash in their plastic prison where some have already been extracted. But there is nothing to bring them all together, no vehicle to hold the ingredients, no mug.