Coffee

You wake up in the morning and start for the kitchen. One cup of coffee to start my day right, you said. You didn't even wash your face first or drink a glass of water. You finish it standing up, with thoughts filling up your drowsy mind.

You walk about the kitchen slowly, as if every step should be well thought of. Patting the heads of your energetic puppies, your face curls up into a sad smile declaring: Here's to another day of aimless breathing.

You stood up upon feeling dizzy from the rush of blood from your head. You still held your cup and, upon finding it empty, started to make your second dose of caffeine.

You let out a loud, gratifying sigh. As if only one as loud as that could make you believe you're still living. Downing your drink as if it were ice-cold water in the searing heat of summer, you push away things that's been living in your head for too long. You fail. Miserably.

Upon finishing your second cup, your eyes start to well up with tears. You made your way back to your room as soundless as when you went out. Lying down on your unmade bed, you close your eyes, while thoughts swim in your drowsy mind.