I don’t indulge myself from the very moment I wake up.
That would be too easy.
That would be weak, and it would almost be taken for granted.
Instead, I go about all the regular activities, leading up to that moment.
My extensive routine.
Morning to midday, step by step, giving me every opportunity to look forward to the encounter.
I indulge in this constant feeling leading up to it.
Almost spoiling myself with pleasurable moments,
At just the thought of it happening.
Not only does the encounter give me a feeling of elation,
But I get just as much excitement and joy proceeding the moment,
As the moment itself and the high that follows after.
That time starts creeping up on me,
Almost baiting me in.
Sparks of adrenaline begin to zap at me internally.
Then my lips touch the surface…
That warm, fluffy layer.
Melting away as it kisses back.
I inhale.
I take in the scent, the taste, the warmth.
I make a note if today it was made well.
I get a high from all the sensations hitting me at once.
I always indulge too fast.
And always reprehend myself for doing so.
But once I start, its almost impossible to slow down.
The bitter mixed with the sweet.
The cloudy beginning followed by a smooth and velvety finish.
The comforting liquid, slowly glides down and reaches a warmth in my stomach not related to the substance itself.
And just like that,
Its done.
Gone for another day.
But then another high begins to hit.
A feeling of jubilation.
I do a little jiggle,
A dance you could say,
Reflecting the feeling inside.
I could do my whole morning routine over again,
Like my Mario cart has just hit a dash pad and is accelerating me on!
Not a lot could effect my mood now.
Focus, attention, determination.
Pure happiness.
And the excitement in knowing,
I get to look forward to indulging in it all over again tomorrow…
Wow I love coffee.
One hell of a drug.