Burnt Coffee

All at once but all too slowly I felt my lungs constrict in absolute anguish. The melancholy I had once held has now evolved into absolute dread. I now had so dearly wished I had stayed in my depressive state, this terror I feel ripping into my chest is unbearable. My pulse has erratically risen to a tempo of an unrecognizable state. If there was a deity I could pray to I would; my sins must be cleansed before my absolute doom. Inside my head I am screaming and yelling for anyone to come and save me, my body is unresponsive to any signal my brain wishes to send. I try to calm myself with distractions but all resistance is futile. The absolute worse series of events is occurring, and there is nothing I can do to prevent it. My terror is overwhelming and as she walks in I focus on one thing, one insignificant thing that I will distract myself with. I smell the fragrance of dark coffee.