The bag

The bag.
I arrived at the kitchen a little discouraged for getting up early, I needed to clear my mind and cheer up a little before going out to do the routine chores. My eyelids were going back and forth in an endless dance, up and down, I still couldn't discern the reality of a new tomorrow, and the drowsiness of sleep still haunting my head, made me slow as a zombie.

I dragged my slippers through the kitchen space, spinning around on a mission to find the lost and found. Clumsily I slid through the cabinets, slamming doors when I didn't find what I wanted, after a while of relentless searching, I gathered the ingredients to prepare my delicious morning coffee.

While I was preparing everything I turned on the television to fill the atmosphere with sound and wake me up a little more. I tuned in to the news to keep up with national and international current affairs, the anchorman all dapper and good-looking looking was starting to read the news of the moment.

"This morning a gang of drug traffickers was captured, who accidentally distributed several bags of coffee with cocaine inside, this oversight on the part of the gang, made the authorities give the whereabouts of the members and were placed under the orders of the prosecution. The bags with the camouflaged drugs are of the brand 'Café San Fermín'. We urge all citizens who have purchased this brand of coffee to call the police immediately. In other news..."

In my calmness I drew a smile to the morning air, I did not give credit to what I had seen and it seemed somewhat implausible, my mind which was barely detached from the heaviness of sleep, analyzed the situation in which I found myself. I had to do something immediately to charge my body with energy.

With my eyes fluctuating between two universes, I awkwardly tried to start preparing my black coffee and well well-charged to release the calmness and embrace the mood I was longing for. I prepared my coffee pot by adding the water and the coffee, the coffee bag was already half full, so I emptied the rest of the contents, without paying attention, while my eyes gradually closed.

The coffee pot began to filter the coffee, while I continued watching television, lost between the entertainment news, and my alternating sleep that I hoped to finish with a cup of strong coffee. At first glance my coffee was not so black, I didn't pay much attention to it, I just wanted to activate my mind right away.

I added a small amount of sugar to my coffee and proceeded to take a big sip of coffee. As the dark liquid came in contact with my taste buds, an intense bitter sensation flooded my mouth, so I expelled the liquid out of my mouth. Millions of particles flew through the air falling everywhere in a cosmic crash.

Immediately I began to feel a temperature rise, and my heart rate felt like a racing car, I had fully awakened, but now I was on a journey of sensations and sounds never before experienced, I seemed to fly and the colors became vivid and brighter, then everything around me seemed to drain like a painting that is poured with water.

My delusions increased, I started screaming and jumping up and down, then I left my apartment and ran through the corridors of the common areas. Someone stopped me and brought me to my senses, took me to his house, and offered me a cup of coffee. I came to my senses and told him everything that had happened. My neighbor and I went to the apartment and saw the strange coffee I had made.

Then my neighbor checked the bag and saw that the cocaine had mixed with the coffee, resulting in a chocolate powder color. After that very unpleasant experience, we decided to call the police, they arrived and analyzed everything, taking the small bag of coffee, which made me crazy for a moment. Haha.