I wake up in a fog.
It's too early… Or maybe it's too late? I'm really not sure anymore.
I lost my daily routine about two and a half years ago – so now, I wake up in a state of carelessness.
What is this strange taste in my mouth? No matter what I had for dinner the night before or how hard I brushed my teeth, I wake up with it every day. I don’t remember waking up with this muddy paste when I was a kid… Is this what getting old tastes like?
I rub my eyes and before hauling myself out of bed I roll over and kiss the figure slumbering peacefully next to me. Her deep breathing tells me, as it does every morning and evening without fail, that her state of existence is carefree.
I turn on the kettle before drunkenly lumbering into the bathroom. Squinting at the mirror, I make the fatal mistake of locking eyes with myself for just a split second. Redness around the iris indicates… something?
Using the electric toothbrush that I’ve had for ages but only just started to believe in I brush thoroughly. Sometimes I pee at the same time. It’s okay. My aim is always on point. Ish.
The fog starts to lighten. I can hear the water boiling in the kitchen, so I pad out of the bathroom.
From next to the sink, I grab the French press that never gets cleaned properly and spoon in four healthy dollops of dark, finely ground coffee. The aroma, even before fusion with the hot water, tickles the at the edge of my mind. Time to get my fix.
And I know: Happiness is but a sip away.
The End
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