Addict
Someone has carried coffee into the bathroom recently. I can smell everything. Including you. Right now. Go take a shower.I smelled the coffee and felt relieved. That old feeling. Even bad coffee, how it tasted with cheap vanilla cream. The coffee machine banter. The Starbucks kids. Your name spelled on the side of a cup, your preferences ticked off underneath.
Just one cup.
As I thought this thought, this horrid thought, I felt a real panic seize my innards. Coffee.
It's been a week and a half. God I want coffee.
posted by Samus @ 6:47 PM
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