Coffee My Survival Juice

It was a Monday morning. My alarm clock screamed at me like it had a personal vendetta. I groaned. I rolled over. I seriously considered throwing it out the window. But then I remembered the one thing that could save me. Coffee.

I stumbled into the kitchen. Half asleep. Half human. My hair looked like a bird's nest. My pajamas were inside out. But none of that mattered. The coffee maker was waiting for me like a loyal friend. I pressed the button. The machine roared to life. The room filled with the sweet smell of hope.

As I waited for the magic potion to brew. I thought about how coffee had become my lifeline. It wasn't just a drink. It was my survival juice. Without it. I was a zombie. With it. I was a slightly more functional zombie.

The first sip was always the best. It was like a warm hug for my brain. Waking up every sleepy cell. Reminding them that yes. We could do this. The caffeine hit my bloodstream. Suddenly. I felt like I could conquer the world. Or at least make it to work on time.

But coffee wasn't just about survival. It was about the little moments too. Like the way the steam curled up from the cup. Like a tiny cloud of happiness. Or the way the first sip made me close my eyes and sigh. Like I was in a cheesy coffee commercial.

Of course. There were times when coffee let me down. Like the day I accidentally poured orange juice into my cup instead of coffee. That was a dark day. But even then. I forgave it. Because coffee had saved me too many times to count.

There was the time I stayed up all night binge-watching a show. Coffee got me through the next day. Or the time I had a big presentation at work. Coffee gave me the confidence to pretend I knew what I was talking about. And let's not forget the time I had to deal with my nosy neighbor. Coffee gave me the patience to smile and nod instead of screaming.

Coffee was there for me through thick and thin. It was my morning ritual. My afternoon pick-me-up. My late-night study buddy. It was the reason I could function like a normal human being. And not a sleep-deprived mess.

But coffee was more than just a drink. It was a lifestyle. It was the reason I had a collection of mugs. That said things like But First Coffee and Espresso Yourself. It was the reason I knew the difference between a latte and a cappuccino. And it was the reason I could laugh at memes about being addicted to caffeine. Because let's face it. I was.

As I finished my cup and got ready for the day. I thought about how lucky I was to have coffee in my life. It was not just a drink. It was my survival juice. My best friend. My reason for getting out of bed in the morning.

So here is to coffee. The unsung hero of my life. May it always be strong. May it always be hot. And may it always be there to save me from the chaos of Mondays.

The end.

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