Wake up and smell the coffee!

Wake up and smell the coffee!

Wake up and smell the coffee!

She remembered the shattering noise of the cup as it broke into a million pieces. The coffee spilled across the white rug, ruining its beauty forever. She distinctly remembers that distraught feeling in her chest, as though it was not the cup but her heart breaking into a million pieces. 

It was the first of many to come. He had at first slung only the cup, calling her coffee weak, just like her! Next, it was the plate he flung at her, calling the meal tasteless, just like her! Then he got closer the next time, he struck across her beautiful face, calling her a bitch, this time for no apparent reason. Every day, every week, he got closer, till her body was covered with bruises and no soul left in those wide eyes. 

She remembered it all the same today, as she cradled her coffee, the strong aroma wafting across the room. She had promised she wouldn’t drink coffee ever again, but she had also promised she would never trust a man again. Here she was, a decade later waking up to another man who helped her piece her heart together again. 

“Honey, that smells delicious!” he affirmed.