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Coffee Substitute

After my shower I will towel dry my hair and body, exit the bathroom with the towel wrapped around my body and sneak from the bathroom door to behind the divider wall where my change of clothes were folded on our bed and dress myself. I had just barely put my long underwear on when Psychcoma decided she was going to climb to my shoulder, I screamed in temporary agonizing pain while she climbed my shirtless back, you'd think I'd be used to this after over three years of it happening, it still hurt immensely. I will pull my shirt on overtop of my bare upper torso next.

Making my way then passed the large fish tank where my five Comet Goldfish called home with their three Plecostomus buddies and turning to my right I will reach for my now only warm tea and take my first sips sitting on the sofa next to my new wife. I will then drink my tea while she, my lovely bride, asks me if I was still going to quit smoking because I did say I would after she'd arrived. Wrapping my arm around her and pulling her in for a kiss I'll say "I best before you stop kissing me because my kisses taste like an ashtray."  Standing after a peck on the lips I'll walk over to the tobacco can, thank the contents for being there for me in my times of need and empty the tobacco container into the compost bin.

So with that out of the way, I will tell her that there is only one promise I have yet to fulfill for her and that will take the rest of my life to achieve before returning to the sofa for another kiss and more cuddles with my baby.

I will ask her to play me a tune and select one of the three guitars of her choosing to play and bring it to her, along with the microphone which I'll adjust for her also, plugging in and powering on. Her voice will be more defined than I remember and halfway through the first song she will stop to ask me how she is doing. I will tell her she's doing amazing from the counter where I am removing the coffee labels from the jars of instant coffee and replacing them with labels, falsely identifying them as a coffee substitute with yellow sticky notes. After my mischievous act I'll put the jars of newly identified coffee substitute into the cupboard then I'll turn back to watch my love perform for me.

I will listen intently loving her powerfully majestic voice flowing along with the notably arranged chords being awestruck by the beauty of it all. After playing a few more songs she'll stop, now being prepared to continue writing. I will applaud and take a seat on the sofa and answer any questions she has for me as she is now at the notebook writing. I speak of the travel we are going to do in a few months when this part of the planet warms again. I will explain to her how we will not be able to do as much as first anticipated because of spending more on the trip to South Africa but not to worry as our finances will be in a much better standing again shortly.