Natalia
The Keurig expels the last bit of coffee only filling the mug halfway. I should have made the 8oz single cup instead of the 4oz, but none the less I am in dire need of it this morning.
I place the mug on the kitchen island and reach for the sugar canister, trying to remember if this was my fifth or sixth scoop of sugar. It was bound to be too much, but I didn’t care.
Stirring in more then enough caramel creamer, I take a sip and immediately regret ever making coffee. I lean against the kitchen island, taking small sips. You can cross barista off the list of back up careers if I have to enter the witness protection program. I look around my expansive kitche
