A coffee and a cigarette in the morning. A critical state of my day. There is no other importance. The night before water is poured into the reservoir, the grounds in place along with the filter. Eleven thirty pm, the digital clock reads. I set the coffee alarm for four fifty am. Five am I wake up. Pour my coffee into the chosen mug of the day. Head out to the sun struck porch where the Grand Prix 100’s lie on the round wood-grained table.
The dogs are excited I am awake. An hour from now I will disappoint them once again. I will put them in their boxes of wire bars where they will be safe.
Off to the corner store I go. A coffee is what I will buy, large, cream only please. On the light side, I like my coffee. I take a cigarette out of the box and to my lips. I spark the lighter, bring it to my cigarette, inhale. Ahh, a coffee and a cigarette in my morning on my way to work.
I finish my coffee and cigarette before I unlock my work day. I unlock the door, disarm the alarm and turn the lights on. Approximately six am is when I punch in. The coffee maker, water poured into the reservoir, grounds put into place. I go and prepare myself for work. Buckets of bleach and water, filled with puppy toys and food dishes. I am not ready just yet. I pour my coffee, extra light I like it. I head out the door. A coffee and a cigarette in the morning. A critical state of my day.
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