The Coffee Conspiracy: Cup 3

It is an overcast, melancholy day. The rain falls melodically outside my second story window, fusing with the sounds of the ambient lo-fi hip-hop playing through my computer.  My husky sleeps soundly at my side while I sit and contemplate what lies within my finished cup of coffee. The diffuse, overcast light seems to mimic my mood. I find it is a tranquil feeling. Everything on the surface seems quiet and dull.

However, there seems to be some sort of restlessness about. Possibly even mischief. Is there a fox in the hen house?