Survivor Juice

He would never really wake up completely until that heady aroma of a pure Arabica blend drowning in a cup of too-hot-to-touch-the-mug water entered his nostrils. He eagerly awaited the warm trickle of this “survivor juice” down his throat and into his nervous system before he could even begin to plan the day.

Coffee was an essential part of waking up. Or rather of functioning at all.

And it had to be accompanied by an aroma that made its taste all the more enjoyable. On certain days, he even preferred it flavoured. Sometimes not too strong. Maybe with milk. And sugar. On others, he wanted a double espresso. You knew what type of day it was by the coffee he would drink. And the amount of cups he would consume.

Perhaps he was addicted to it. But isn’t most of the world?

Coffee has become the signature drink with which to start the day. It’s the “thing” that everyone loves, that everyone needs, everyone can share, and almost everyone can relate too. The easiest days were usually the ones were the dilemma was coffee or tea.

It also often depended on the time of day.

But whatever the choice, there had to be an aroma soothingly fuming from that warm drink. It made all the difference. As if it was telling the brain to prepare for a stimulating ride. And it usually was. It was those small moments that he would forget everything and just concentrate on the mug in his hand. It was the strength needed – the psychological boost – to survive yet another day.

 

Also part of Daily Prompt: Aromatic

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