Cup of Coffee
What would my day be without it?
As I lay lifeless, ensnared in slumber and lost in deep, enchanted woods,
My circadian horn jerks me awake at 6 am, as usual.
And, as usual, I gamble everything to invest in five more minutes of sleep.
My eyes peeled open to see 7:37 am in big, bold lights.
As I stare at those numbers like a deer in headlights,
the serene state of my core disintegrates
with a tidal wave of pressure and tension so thick and salty,
I almost mistook the water for blood.
I walk into the kitchen, which is saturated with the familiar aroma of coffee.
As I absentmindedly pour my drink, I think about:
Why is my car insurance so expensive?
Did I miss a credit card payment?
Which card should I use to pay rent?
But the scent of coffee brings me back.
I’m thinking green while my tongue is coated in brown.
It pulls me into reality
to the point where actually,
today might not be so bad.
-Lei
