October 9, 2014
Vea began each day with a cup of
decaf. Her brothers thought she was crazy, brewing coffee that
contained no caffeine. They should remember the times she had regular coffee. She reacted like a child
on a sugar high, speeding up- chatting off the nearest victim's
ear. There had been complaints.
They
should remember the
miserable look on her face when she had the opposite reaction, while trying a different coffee brand. Vea's body had hummed
with energy she couldn't release. It stayed pent up, coursing through
her veins like electricity. Vea had curled up, hugging her self
against a throw pillow for an hour. She had rocked back and forth, her heart
rate spiked to a swift beat. She had been among friends. Vea had joked
to the boys, “Oh, you're hot, but not this hot!” Vea's pulse drawing blood to the surface of her cheeks. She had laughed with them.
“It
hurts.” she
whispered quietly.
So.
Vea drank Decaf. It tasted good- while
doing nothing to screw
up her system. She liked it.
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