A World Without Coffee

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This cant be true, it's unimaginable. My head was already pounding . I massaged my temples to ease the migraine.
Shaking, shivers running up and down my spine, how would I break this forty year habit? What could I substitute for
coffee? Reaching for a pencil from my writing cup I grabbed it between my hands and snap, right in half. The moodiness
was already starting. I already felt devoid of that precious liquid commodity.
I stretched and checked my kitchen cabinets again. Furiously tossing the items on the floor, first the breakfast cereal, than the salt and pepper shakers , next the cardboard breadcrumbs container. Boom, you could hear them hitting the floor. Noodleman my beagle got clonked on the head with the salt shaker and gave me a cross eyed look and yelped.
" Sorry Noodleman, you okay?" I felt obligated to apologize to him, after all it was not his fault there wasn't anymore coffee. I knew I
bought a can of coffee and a twelve pack of K cups yesterday.
I could hear my neighbor Nancy riffling through her cabinets too on a desperate coffee hunt.
" Where is it? I knew there was coffee in my cupboard." I could hear her yell.
I turned the television on to the local news broadcast. Jim Hastings had just started his report.
" Mysteriously coffee all over the world has disappeared. I'm not sure how this happened but the coffee fields are barren as well
as all homes , restaurants and factories."
Hastings also interviewed a coffee factory executive who was also at a loss for what happened. He went on to say that this would
not only affect coffee lovers but many people would be unemployed due to the situation.
I turned off the television. I felt defeated.
Just a bean, if only if I could roll it in my hand. What would it be like without that sweet smell of coffee brewing in the morning? A
world without coffee, why couldn't it have been brussel sprouts? No one starts their morning with brussel sprouts.
I had to map out a strategy. I walked over to my easel and with a red magic marker wrote no more coffee.
" No more coffee." I repeated a number of times.
" No more coffee, it's okay." I said one more time.
I went into the kitchen and got an ice bag for my headache. Noodleman followed me into the kitchen wagging his tail , not a care
in the world. I than went back to the living room and sat on the couch. Noodleman followed me , jumped up on the couch and put his
head under my hand.
Been through many events in my life, deaths , births, raising kids, jobs, no jobs, divorce, autism. And decided the world without
coffee was not going to defeat me.