As Jim Hopper said, "Mornings are for coffee and contemplation."
Whenever my family members would get together, coffee was always served in a never-ending supply. The smell of dark roasted coffee beans has always been a smell that triggers fond memories and something that makes my tongue beg for a taste. At the start of the sixth grade, I began drinking coffee every morning — that burst of caffeine was just what I needed to start my day. I never suspected that one day the thing I loved so much would cause me problems.