Dear Coffee,
Hello, it's me...aka the crazed red-eyed college student waking up and beginning their day. What's the first thing I'm gonna do? No, showering is the wrong answer. I'm shouting triple shot before I even brush my teeth. Once the shoes and shirt are on, that's good enough for me. I'm running straight to the nearest ER to revive my slowly failing heart (AKA the on-campus coffee shop.)
People try and talk to me, and I cringe. Because baby, I need you.
....not a word before my first sip, got it?
So I arrive to the coffee shop.
There's a line trailing out of the door longer than the list of responsibilities that I'm avoiding. Jesus help me.
The people at the coffee shop sometimes don't go fast enough for me.
I'm mumbling swear words and voodoo hexes under my breath by this point. I've scared off the two kids in front of me, my strategy is working. I'm to the point now where my eyelids are 5000 pounds and I'm ready to jump behind the counter and steal the first pot of brew I can get my hands on.
...here just let me take that.
As I wait, I think about your beauty, your grace. I'm ready for the warm espresso to make my heart beat sketchy and my hands shake. Who needs breakfast when I've got you?
Finally, I get my drink. There's enough espresso in this cup to power a city, and my body is ready.
Now, I'm making friends with the people in the shop. Well, I'm talking really fast and complementing everything they have on, only because coffee makes me love the world again.
With you, I can tackle any day. More importantly, I can actually attempt to graduate.
Coffee, thank you, for making life possible.
























