Coffee

Sitting, staring at my laptop, wishing I could sleep, wondering why I drink coffee at night, my mind bears down on the subject at hand. Coffee. I like it hot and black. The stronger the better. Early in the morning, when it still hurts to think, the aroma of coffee, while I walk around collecting thoughts and planning hours, comforts and awakens my mind. But I sit here, with no remnants of sleep anywhere, waiting for the cup of coffee, whose taste still remains in the corners of my mouth, to wear off, so I may sleep. Sleep.