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.