Coffee
by Luca M.
I wake up.
I make coffee in the kitchen
as birds perform a symphony outside my window.
I read the newspaper and dive into stories from around the world.
Time to go to work
but my car is gone.
I stay home for the day.
I read a book;
Half the pages are blank.
I go to sleep.
I wake up.
I make…
There is no more coffee.
I read…
The paper was not delivered.
Still no car to go to work…
What did my car look like?
Where do I work?
I stay home for the day again and watch
as a spider perform a ballet outside my window.
She works on her web, spinning an ornate invitation into her parlor.
I watch her until there is no more light.
Time to go to sleep,
but my bed is gone.
I curl up on the floor.
I I wake up
without a bed, without a paper, without a car,
without a purpose.
I really miss coffee.
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