My mind wondered to depths that I couldn’t control.
Why was I so misunderstood?
I just wanted to be happy, but 100 million things were crashing around in my head.
I picked up my coffee cup and took another sip.
I hated coffee, hated the taste, hated the smell. Hated everything about it, but yet here I was drinking it. My daily ritual.
I was constantly doing things that didn’t bring me joy.
All I wanted was to dip my toes in turquoise oceans and have the sun beat down on me.
The monotony of grey was making me feel more and more claustrophobic.
I picked up a sachet of sugar and ripped the top off. I poured that small white grains into the coffee. A small dust cloud floated to the top, before the crystals dissolved into the hot black liquid.
I had started to drink it straight black. No milk.
On the odd occasion like today, I would treat myself to some sugar.
I sat back in my chair watching the steady flow of foot traffic, slowly stirring the sugar into my coffee.