Coffee Is My Friend

I remember coffee having a bitter smell. 

I guess it just took some getting used to. Like everything else.

 Now the smell is more alluring than any man’s cologne. 

 It’s waiting for me as I walk down the stairs and to the kitchen

No, it’s not perfect. 

 I have to add sweet things to it. 

 It keeps my hands warm. 

Makes me smile again. 

 Keeps me high. 

 Coffee is my friend. 

Author: The Unamused Muse

You know me better than I do.

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