yes i am a caffeine addict...
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the brightness of the
morning light
is somewhat dimmed
to your dull senses
your feet hit the floor
but you don't really feel it
a few more steps to the
front door
the crisp air
whips your face
stinging strands of hair
lash at you
as you wander across sidewalks
you've passed over
a hundred million times
the bell dings
as you step inside
warmth engulfs you
but you barely notice
all you can focus on is the
smell
bitter yet sweet
cinnamon intertwined
with the almost-tangible
tendrils
of coffee-infused air
"a latte to go, please"
the jingle of coins as you
fumble for the
exact change
a foamy mustache on your
upper lip
as you half-walk, half-run
from the little shop
your hands warmed
by the cup
cradled between them
sometimes it's
icy cold
but on winter mornings
and autumn afternoons
it burns as it
trickles down your
throat
the consistency of
sweat
on your brow
in the summertime
if you imbued it with
sugar
everything seems
so much
brighter
it's like seeing a
black and white film
and then seeing
color
the aftertaste
lingers on your tongue
not unpleasant
in the least
as you stare
into the foamy
depths
of your mug
that you couldn't quite
reach
you feel an odd sort of
loss
as though the
wholeness
the completeness
you felt
was merely for as long
as you had your
coffee
YOU ARE READING
to the dreamers
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