14th Day - Coffee

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The coffee machine is on.

You check the water level, the coffee beans, the temperature, and everything is how it should be.

The espresso cup isn’t.

It’s smashed on the floor, and you curse your bare feet now, so early in the morning, or maybe, maybe, you curse last night.

After a night like last night, you need coffee, like a diabetic needs insulin; but there are no cups or mugs left. They’re all on the floor, spiky, forming a miniscule elephant cemetery in the kitchen.

You’ll clean up, but first, you need coffee.

Your glasses are too tall to fit in the machine, and maybe that’s the whole point of this senseless destruction. The ultimate passive-aggressive reply to a slap in the face.

You tilt the glass and let the coffee flow on one side, collecting in a shallow, steaming layer that fogs it immediately.

What are you? A savage? What would your grandmother say? But you gulp the coffee anyway, because you have no choice, no option; not after a night like last night, and the bastard knew it.