The file was full of coffee steam

In the dream I'm back at the office, pulling a claim file that has no papers in it — just a warm mug sitting in the folder, steam curling up in neat columns like someone typed the smell. I keep opening drawers to find the rest of it, and every drawer is just another mug, all of them half full. I woke up wanting pour-over, which is probably the point, but the missing paperwork still twinges somewhere.