Saving drops of coffee

Every morning, I wake up- I’m wide awake.

I need no caffeine to stir up my beat, but I still rely on the promising liter or two of coffee to start my day.

In my desperate first sip, I fail to appreciate the richness of crushed coffee beans dissolved in burning water.

I drink and drink until I get gittery, the coffee’s smoke laughs at me. It stabbed me in the lips; I’m such an idiot.

Still, it’s an addiction I don’t want to control; it’s too innocently pleasurable to be stopped.

So I keep on saving drops of coffee until the white foot of my ever-full mug tells me I’ve had enough.

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