Thinking about you and coffee, and the way those two completely separate things are somehow so similar. I'm always needing them first thing in the morning, or the last thing at night. And I think I could drink for days without ever quenching my thirst, so I do. But suddenly I am shaking like a leaf in a storm. I shake, and I smile, and I move across the floor like I know where I'm headed. And then my cup is empty, and I've become like some sort of addict that has finally run dry. I promise myself I'll never drink coffee again.
I fill my mug to the brim the next morning.