Theodore
My head is throbbing painfully as I stand in line to get my morning coffee that I desperately need to be able to continue functioning.
I am still surprised that I actually managed to get out of bed in the first place.
Pulling my hoodie further into my face, I sigh, asking the barista for the strongest coffee they have.
“Do you want a muffin to go with it?” she asks happily, her high-pitched voice piercing into my brain.
My stomach churns, bile rising into my throat as I shake my head to decline her question. Her face falls and I am sure that she thinks that I am an i***t, but I don’t care.
I just want to make it out here alive.
As she announces my huge dark brew with an annoying and insanely painful singsong, I hold my phone against the card reader.
Freezing to my
