Coffee

Flash Fiction

My day always begins with a cup of coffee, no matter what kind of day it is—whether it’s a Sunday spent with my family, a Monday with everything on edge, or a Friday when a new episode of my favorite series drops.

I make my coffee with boiling milk, which burns my tongue with the first sip. Then, I set it aside and wait for it to cool down. I sit in silence, holding back the ache in my tongue, just so we can share a moment together.

When it finally cools, I sip it with a smile, pushing the sting of my burnt tongue to the back of my mind. I tell all my friends that even though my coffee looks muddy in color It's heart is milk white and crystal bright — Sugary delight.

My coffee keeps me up at night. My smartwatch constantly reminds me, I lack deep sleep all the time. I fainted last week from exhaustion and since then, have been lying all the time.

My doctor told me to stay away from coffee, but they don’t understand. It’s not that simple—I love my coffee. It’s what keeps me going. Even though it causes problems from time to time but it’s mine. We have been together since I was 9.

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