Smell of Coffee

Coffee shakes me out of my pirate ship. Knocking me into the sea, without benefit of plank. My hazel eyes pop open; I am smelling it. Right? My imagination laughs; she can make me taste it too If she wants to. We both know it. I try to regain my former cozy sleep position. Smell of coffee is overpowering; there is no way to get comfortable. I hate my imagination right now. I can taste coffee blend in my mouth! I wander into the kitchen where my husband is having his third cup. He avoids my eyes, knowing what I am like before I get to at least my second.