Coffee

Mundane Thoughts

Everyday I slave away over that coffee machine. Grinding coffee beans into a fine powder. Heating milk. Pouring espresso. Cappuccino. Latte. Flat White. Mocha.

Everyday I grind those beans. Every day is a grind. Everyday I pour that milk and I serve the coffee with a smile.

I used to think that a smile was a powerful thing. One smile could change the world. After all, a smile is a wonderful thing. It has the power to warm your insides, make you feel warm and fuzzy. It has the power to make you feel oh so happy, to make you feel oh so high. They are infectious things and spread like wildfire, just seeing a smile forces your lips to curve and your eyes brighten. Or so I thought.

Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I have a horrible smile. My teeth aren’t perfect that’s for sure, but then again who’s…

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