The endless Coffee in a snowy Forest

"I was sitting in this cozy, dimly lit diner booth with cracked vinyl seats, though somehow I knew it was also my high school library. A waitress I felt like I'd known for years handed me a giant ceramic mug filled with dark coffee. The steam coming off it smelled so warm and comforting, like roasted hazelnut, and I felt this deep, heavy wave of calm wash over my whole body. I knew I was running late for a flight, but taking a sip was the only thing in the world that actually mattered right then. The weird part was no matter how much I drank, the coffee never went down. Every time I set the mug on the Formica table, it was filled right back to the rim. Then the diner dissolved into a snow-covered pine forest, but I was still sitting in the exact same chair, holding the warm mug in both hands. The quiet snow was falling all around me, but the coffee kept me completely warm, and I just sat there sipping it, feeling like everything was finally totally fine."