I don’t drink coffee.
I enter into a legally binding relationship with it.

Coffee is not a beverage.
It’s a survival tool.
A personality stabilizer.
A public safety measure.

Without it, I am slow.
I forget words.
I stare into space like a Windows 95 screensaver.

With it?
I can solve problems.
Remember passwords.
Pretend I like mornings.

And the crackers?
Those are not a snack.
They’re emotional support carbohydrates.

Because coffee on an empty stomach is just caffeine
punching your insides like it’s late for work.

The crackers don’t add flavor.
They add permission.
Permission to sip.
Permission to function.
Permission to face the day without committing a felony.

Some people pair coffee with croissants,
avocado toast,
or carefully curated breakfast bowls.

I pair mine with
whatever was closest to the pantry door
when I stumbled in half-awake.

Some days it’s Ritz.
Not fancy. Not planned.
Because why not.

Crackers with my coffee—
because adulthood is just improvising
until the caffeine kicks in.

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