As I am heading home from work, thinking what assignments I need to get done by tonight, I start to wonder if I should get some coffee.
Hmm, I just got some Sunday, maybe I shouldn’t. Although maybe I should, I know it’s going to be a long night. It might be better if I just go home and make some coffee there.
“Are you okay Sandra?” says my coworker Kate
“Sorry, I was just debating if I should get some Starbuck. Do you want to go before I drop you off?”
“No I’m fine,” she says. “Didn’t you want to cut back on Starbucks? Half of your paycheck goes there.”
Why does she have to point out that out to me? What is it to her? It isn’t coming out of her pocket. Maybe she is right. It’s hard to think that when I picture feeling the cold Frappuccino down my throat. The chocolate taste lingering on my tongue while bits of chocolate chip pass through my mouth. Gosh, I would do anything just to taste the white whip cream, so dense, so creamy.
“Red light… Red light, Sandra the light!”
Kate’s panic brings me back to reality. Okay, I have to stop with the coffee, it almost killed me. I turn to look at her and see her eyes round as a full moon, she almost looks like she wants to pass out.
“Sorry.” I try to say calmly; but, in reality, my heart is pounding twice as fast as its normal rate.
Once I drop Kate off I put the radio on to distract me from my thoughts.
“Come on, come on, turn the radio on
It's Saturday and I won't be long
Gotta paint my nails, put my high heels on
It's Saturday and I won't be long”
This song is so catchy.
“Welcome to Starbucks, what can I get for you?”
“Yea, I’ll have tall Java chip Frappuccino”
“That will be 4.95 at the window.”
“Thank You.”
Crap, what just happened. How did I get here? Okay I shouldn’t feel too guilty. I really tried to distract myself, this just proves that it wasn’t just a craving, I needed it.
