The kettle boils, steam rising from it. I can hear the water boiling, and feel the heat of it as i pick up the kettle.

I pour some water into an empty cup, the moment it touches the cold white ceramic cup it covers with condensation, the sound like a small water fall fills the cup. I take a spoon from the draw and the jar from the cupboard. Two nice teaspoons of brown granuals are scooped into the cup of hot streaming water. I watch it as it filters down though the water, turning it a muddy brown in the process. I take the sugar from the side and spoon some in, it sinks down. I stir it, round and round it goes. Now it doesn't smell so bad, removing the spoon and watching the water swirl is facinating.

Taking the milk from the fridge i pour it into the cup, now it doesn't seem like a cupful of black death, now it looks kind and gentle, a wolf in sheeps clothing. Crying out for me to consume its bitternes, to poison my body once again with what is in it.

I do that, feeling the hot liquid filter down my throat and into my stomach, it'll only take a minute or two for it to reach the brain, when it does i'll be normal. I won't explode on the world, i won't feel ill, i'll just be my "normal" self again. I'll be able to cope with reality, but not until i have just one more...

thank god for coffee