Coffee

Morning Haze

What?

She looked again,

just to make sure.

Squinting and

rubbing her eyes

didn't work either.

The coffee pot was

still empty.

Coffee, that beautiful thing

that had her dreaming through

the morning's haze;

That wondrous drink that

propelled her through her

hectic business meetings,

pointless desk work,

and lackluster life.

She fell into a stupor,

Her eyes forcing themselves open

to continue with her insignificant progress.

The screen was too bright,

the words starting to become

entangled with each other, and suddenly

darkness.

Strange images danced before her eyes,

laughing and chasing her farther and

farther from where she wanted to be.

A shining coffee pot, freshly brewed,

was practically mocking her,

glowing even in the darkness that

enveloped her.

She turned, face to face with the monsters,

and battled them bitterly,

steadily getting closer and

closer to her prize.

It was within her reach, and,

desperate, she flung an arm towards

the coffee pot’s ever-fading glow.

Hmm?

She felt a hand shake her gently,

and her eyes fluttered open.

The images blurred back into focus,

and she realized she was sitting down,

head lying on her desk.

Can’t have you sleeping on the job,

her boss joked, and handed her

a cup of coffee.

She laughed,

it was only a dream.