Coffee-Flavored Morning

The smell of morning coffee broke into my nose, and the bitterness that should have been there disappeared. An unprecedented sweetness spread throughout my brain, gradually eroding my ability to think rationally. Indulging in a sense of happiness that feels like a world away, just like yesterday when the sun and moon alternated so many times, the smell of crudely baked beans in the activity room in the afternoon burst into my eyes, carrying unforgettable memories and revolving stories. My eyes were dizzy, and my moist eyes seemed to be experiencing a yellow beam dream that I had never experienced before. Can I wake up from here? Can I continue to indulge in this realistic happiness? I don't know the answer and I don't need to give one. Youth itself is an absurd drama with ambiguous meanings, which does not require interpretation and cannot be interpreted. I never knew the meaning of youth, just like love, ambiguity, escape, and obsession. These concepts that once spread in my mind were all obscure words. I don't know why the world has become so emotional, and I don't know what has changed in me. Because this morning, along with the strong aroma of coffee, it occupied the entire room deep in my memory. A room that belongs to her. The following mornings will all be coffee-flavored mornings.