The coffee is gurgling.

I wait for the grounds to settle. For the luscious oil to seep through to the cavern. I’m anticipating the dark hit. The bitter smooth taste - no diluting milk or sugar for me. And the wee caffeine rush behind my eyes, a short while after.

Yes, I’m probably an addict. But I do sometimes take a day off just to test my mettle… just to prove that I don’t need to go to rehab quite yet. And I never use a needle!

Oh, well now…the coffee has stopped gurgling.

You’ll need to let me go.

It’s just Me And The Bean Soup for a while.

I know you’ll understand.