Get up, go to work, iron out the day. It is hard to start the rolling motion, but once you find a small hill of inspiration, it’s clear sailing, smooth somersaults. Once you get over the lull of the nighttime dream, once you break the sandman’s spell, the daylight is not so harsh.
This is why I don’t understand those people out there who don’t drink coffee. What’s the buzz to your alarm clock? Where is the wind in your espresso flight? What is the deep roasted root to your bitterness?
Shake shake shake off the chains of the heavy dreams, and lighten your daylight with a fresh cup.