Being rather tired, I decided to have some coffee.
Search the cupboards, look around the counters, oh, there is it-- The mug I've relied on in times of need. I grab it as if instinctively. It fits to my hand perfect. Discomfort is gone. My mark is set and realization of what I need is where my eyes set. Like a well-oiled machine, it all takes place so effortlessly, spontaneously, intricately. The strong, dark coffee jumps into my mug. I stir it about with ingredients. I pause, for just a second, and bring the dirty elixir to my lips. Before I can think another thought, the java is out of the mug and into my system. I wait for its symptoms, and suddenly, all hell breaks loose and I can't even think straight. My lips are quivering and my fingers fluttering from anxiety that has ridden them like a nap-sack full of stone hanging on an old man's back. Sure I want more, but imagine how the symptoms will increase if I delight further!
I had no idea that this beautiful drink would make me turn into a crazy person, but without it I would be sleeping my life away.
shalom.
2 comments:
ok so i didn't get it until about halfway down.
then i just laughed for probably five minutes.
and remembered that you're brilliant.
and then i signed into blogger, pausing for the briefest moment on account of my slightly embarrassing password, decided to get over it, and left you this note to say:
im glad you like coffee. your vivid descriptions of its effects on your soul are inspiring. i'm sure that it, in turn, appreciates your uncontrollable affection. you should probably drink more of it every day.
Post a Comment