An Open Letter to My Morning Cup of Coffee

Why do you have such a hold on me? Your full-bodied complexity makes me crave you every day. In the morning, all I want is to smell your rich aroma and feel your warmth in my hands.

You have just the right bitter mixed with sweet. When I taste you, I see the world more clearly. I try to say that you’re just medicinal, but really, you’re traditional. You cannot be replaced with a generic version (tea). I need you. I want you. I’m addicted to you.

I keep telling myself that I’ll break my habit. I want to cut back on you. I’ll replace you with your competitor (again tea) and then slowly wean myself of my desires for you. Each morning, I stare at my coffee and tea stash and try to convince myself to choose the latter, but I can’t. I can’t. I just need to have you.

Why do you do this? How can I quit you? I don’t think I can. Oh, how I love you, my morning cup(s) o’ Joe.