Drip..
Drip..
Drip..
Slowly,
Drop by little drop,
The coffee falls into it's glass ***.
It's rythmatic sound soothing me,
Soothing me to peaceful sleep.
I grasp the handle tighter,
Reaching for my mug.
I'm desperate.
Desperate to stay awake.
Even if only for a single day.
Just one more day.
The heavier my eyelids get,
The heavier the coffee *** seems.
It's weight unbearable, I let it fall to the tile.
The ring of its shatter
Echos off the walls.
My head slowly,
Very slowly,
Falling to the sight of my lap.
Faded, ripped jeans,
Covered in nearly black coffee.
The scent seems almost magical.
I keep the scent with me,
Drifting off and away .