Cofee

Expecting a black cup of tar to rescue me from my heavy head I padded barefoot towards the kitchen. The odd clink of dishes made me hesitate wondering who was here. I could only recall slight blurs of yesterday. A shiver ran down my spine as I pondered what the fog of too much booze tricked me into bringing home last night. Entering my kitchen I spotted the mystery guest with her hands curled around my favorite coffee mug. She set it down and turned saying good morning with hunger in her dark eyes and I stood happily speechless.

Rescue, Hunger, Home, Spine, Mystery

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