Coffee

Date: 2/21/2018

It seems foggy now. In some office place, perhaps for an interview. Many open shelves. All of them containing some old coffee carafe. Shuffling over now. Seeing people, nondescript, but more than likely people I know. Still foggy, yes I definitely knew them. Some manager arrives to me. Asks me to drink all I want. The coffee is about to get poured. I’m struggling to figure out how to actually pour it. The container seems foreign to me. What relevance does this have? I figure it out, the coffee flows. I can smell it. Taste it. The steam. I forget the cream I think. But I can’t stop pouring. It bubbles up to the top. No... I added the cream earlier. It’s lathered at the surface. I have been pouring this coffee for hours. I add sugar. From packets or a container I can’t recall. Although I poured it in, for sure, no spoon. I do not taste. I wake up. I feel a little anxious.. why? As I write these last sentences my feet feel light, like I must move them. I don’t like this feeling. It seemed like a pleasant dream. I feel thirsty.