I awoke to the sounds of a man and a woman shouting, a baby crying and a car thundering down the road... all at once.
My gaze slowly turned from a blurry mess into the shape of a brown ceiling with tiny specks of red and green splashed upon.
I've seen this ceiling thousands of times, I thought, was it ever a good sight to see?

I closed my eyes hard and figured I could force myself to sleep for an hour or two before the drunk next door woke up screaming like a howlermonkey.

I was wrong, it only took a minute for me to get to sleep.
But two for the drunk to start crying in his gin.
Gin, that's an odd choice, I thought.
Maybe he made himself a screwdriver with his morning pancakes?

You know, I said to noone, it's got juice in it. Juice is good. Right, I asked myself.
I didn't feel the need to answer my moronic questions today so ignored myself and pulled myself up into a sitting position on the bed.

Hey, I said in a soft voice, why not stay in bed today?
Why not bury your face inside your room on the edge of nowhere and see if life turns out right?
I pondered the suggestion for a minute and discarded the thought.

Coffee, the word felt so perfect in my mouth I had to say it over and over 'til I could smell the finely ground beans.
Coffee-stand-up-coffee-fall-over-into-bed-coffee-fuck!-coffee-coffee-second-try-
coffee-coffee-coffee-walk-slowly-to-the-kitchen-coffee-coffee-coffee-score!

I sniffed the ground-up coffee, one deep intake and one slow exhale.
Thank you masterful potion of the gods and all the superior beings that probably don't exist but if they do they all made perfection in you fair coffee, I said in a soft whisper.
Ok, coffee-pot? Check.
Put water into pot? I turned on the faucet and the semi-clear water would have to work. Check... ish.
Pour water into the creator of the dark juice... the coffee-machine?
It sploshed a little bit more than it flowed... it will have to fucking work, I thought. Check!
Filter and ground beans into machine in the usual order?
As it's said so ought it be. And it was. Check!
Turn on machine?
I clicked the button connected to the machine that creates the beautiful potion and... nothing.
I clicked again and again and... nothing.

Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuckadillioo-fucka-fuck-fuck-FUCK!
I said a little too loud for my taste and fell on the floor... weeping and pounding my fist bloody against the hard wood. It really hurt.
I mean, it really damn hurt.

And then I heard it... drip-drip-drip...

The machine! It's awakened! Gods be praised!

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