Coffee and Adele for the Soul

I’m feeling a bit under the weather today, woke up at two in the morning and couldn’t go back to sleep. Literally on walking dead mode, plus the fact that I need to be at work at eight sharp. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Drag myself. Dragging myself. Dragged myself.

I’m not blonde, but that pretty much how I look like now minus the dirt of course.

I put on a dress, some blush on my cheeks and lip tint to hide the zombie aura that I’m rocking. Even had my hair on braids so it won’t stick up (Note: I’ve showered. Period.). I’ve fallen a sleep while I’m on my way. Really hoping that I’m not drooling while asleep and that my mouth didn’t hang open. That somehow there are no random guy who took my photo and posted it on his Instagram for fun. That would be epic and way embarrassing.

I pulled in thirty minutes before eight and I blankly stared at my monitor. It’s like I’m there, but not quite. I’ve gone downstairs to smoke, hoping I could get a jump start, but it didn’t. That’s when coffee called me from the pit of my blankness.

The aroma that drew me from this utter cruel state of wooziness and scattered thoughts, the searing liquid that scorched my throat to cognizance and the warmth that spreads through my entire body, from my scalp down to my fingertips. Thanks for the jump start Coffee! ❤

adeleThere goes Adele. The voice that could lull me off my stupid and off-putting thoughts. I’d put on Something Like You on repeat and everything seems to be spot-on. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not lovesick or something. I just simply adore her. ❤

After Coffee and Adele, I’d felt myself again. Hoping to get a goodnight sleep when I get home.

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