DANA
This was one of the reasons why I swore not to drink again.
When my eyes snapped open, I was welcomed by the smell of caffeine. It was all over the place like a treat to the senses. It was one of my favorite smell, same rank as newly-withdrawn money or the smell of fresh sheets.
But that wasn't what woke me up that morning.
It was the strange feeling on my back. I knew then that I wasn't lying down on my bed. I looked around and everything was in distorted images. I rubbed my eyes and after some time, the image resurfaced, much clearer this time… and that's when the familiarity of the place and the smell hit me. I was in He Brews. Fudge.
"good morning." – a voice I know said, punctuated with the sound of a spoon being stirred on a mug.
