Every morning I am drawn to the scent of fresh coffee and hear the flicker of a lighter. As part of my mind catches up with my body, I drag my feet into the kitchen and sit beside her. This morning I had to question her daily routine. “I know the coffee is to begin your day, sort of like a positive boot of energy, but why smoke? Is it to take yesterdays stress way that makes you anxious today?” She glanced at me and leaned her head back against the cabinets. “When I was a kid, I asked my mother the same thing. She would smoke, drink her small cup of coffee and go to the bathroom for about two hours before coming out feeling lighter and refreshed.” “Does it really take two hours to shower.” “Yeah. Have you ever started your day with yesterdays shit? It sucks.”
