Coffee

The sound of the drowned out music pervades my ears. The sweet aroma of my long awaited delight excites my senses. I watch as all the tired workers and students limp around like zombies waiting to be recharged. I hear a faint voice in the background. "Devin? Your order is ready." I eagerly walk over claiming my prize I've waited so patiently for. "Venti black iced coffee unsweetened with extra ice?" he recites un-genuinely, giving less of a crap what it takes to wake me up in the morning. I nod, take my drink, and walk away satisfied. How I love coffee in the morning.