Friday Writing Prompt Challenge

A morning of blinding light
The fatigue a feeling pulling tight.
The sludgy, grumpy mood is right
Controlling how I feel.

Alas the smell of rich hazelnut calls
The black liquid, hot and steaming
From this cup enthralls
Me, I hold it tight underneath my nose
It beckons me to wake

And in this sip it stimulates me
Courses through my entire being
And in this gulp
I find relief
The energy I need to be

A human being
polite not mean
Not zombified by midnight screams
Not controlled by sleep depravity
This liquid gold has set me free