Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Stench of coffee -- coffee stories

Stench of coffee -- coffee stories

She awoke with a start
Looked at the glowing numbers on the clock
Blow ! Late again ! She would have to hurry
Yet , she felt so fatigued , spent

Caught a whiff of coffee
Familiar nausea rose in waves
She swallowed , fighting it down

Her poor hubby
Had actually considered
Giving up his morning cup of joe
To avoid offending her sensitive nose

Of course , she hadn't let him
She knew how much  he enjoyed it
How much they had both enjoyed it
And yet that smell
Seemed to get hold of her insides
And pull them out

Navigating the break room
At work , to get to the bathroom
That she visited so often now
Was torture

In the kitchen , she found a plate
With still warm English muffins
Spread with peanut butter
Fresh squeezed orange juice
Her favorite breakfast
A hastily scribbled smiley face
On a post-it in his hand

It should have delighted her
But strangely repulsed her
She couldn't bring herself to eat it
What was happening to her ?
She wondered as she grabbed a banana hungrily
Banana? she loathed banana

She smiled, hand on her stomach
Giving up coffee for a few months
All these strange tastes, cravings
Was such a small price to pay
For the blessing growing within her

--shubha

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