Thinking about the prompt “Express Yourself” after lunch, while waiting for the coffee to be ready, as background music just the typical “grrrrr” sound of the moka pot, it came to my mind that this little object, and especially what it was producing, was a very important aspect of my life.
So today we talk about coffee. Better, we talk about caffè.
Pronounced /kaffè/ – the double “f” is very important -.
God, I’m such a Hermione.
Coffee is like a best friend.
He’s there to cheer you up when you have slept two hours after a party, and you look and feel horrible but you still have to go to work/university.
He’s there every morning, to say to you wake up, moron, we have to go.
He’s there when your head is hurting so much you think it’ll explode – yes, it helps -.
He’s there when you need to sit down and have a hot beverage.
He’s there when you’re panicking so much because in two days you have an exam and you know nothing, dear you.
He’s like the friend that will hit you and say “stop saying and doing bullshit”.
Yes, coffee is a He.
No, he will just slap you metaphorically.
Sometimes it is worse.
So, what is coffee for you?
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Express Yourself.”