Caffeine Withdrawl (@ Scrawlers)
It’s Wednesday, I should be crawling out of bed, shuffling through the morning toward the office, bleary-eyed and sleepy, until I get to the dark steaming center of my ritual.
“Coffee?”
“No, thanks, Mom.”
As much as I need it, I won’t take coffee from my parents. They drink coffee all day, every day, their authority seemingly derived from the dark roast. Accepting their offer would come with a tacit understanding that I have passed some threshold into adulthood and maturity.
“Are you sure? You look tired.”
“I’m still adjusting to being back home.”
