It’s six o’clock in the morning, and that god awful alarm of mine chimes. My eyelids slowly flicker open after the fourth snooze attempt, and my mind wonders of the possibilities the day ahead has to offer. Arms up and out, as I stretch and prepare my body for my first attempt at movement since I laid my body to rest some hours ago, sigh. My attention is suddenly directed to, and perplexed by the waft of a familiar smell; the smell of light, hope and sanity. Coffee, the average individuals choice of habit, and oh what a wonderful choice it is. One step, two-step, three-step, four, my beloved coffee I’m coming for you say no more.