coffee makes me happy. i drink coffee all day long. every day, almost. coffee is my comfort. it is there for me.
coffee keeps me alert. keeps me going.
when i wake up every morning my body achs. i cry. i stumble down the stairs in a pain infused blur to the kitchen. as natural as breathing i get my coffee.
with each sip the pain drifts away, and i make another cup.
but then there are the days i dont get my coffee.
i gag while my body achs without its medicine, im unwell.
