Addict

I felt a lump of guilt in the depths of my stomach as I made the all familiar trip to ease my daily withdrawal. Every thought leading up to this moment was fixated on the cravings lying within. I scanned the parking lot for any known witnesses, cautiously making my way to the glistening doors. As I entered, the aroma almost knocked me over with delight. After one whole week of gut-wrenching hell, I finally reached utopia. The words of my trainer rang loud in my ear, "Don't Do It!" but I ignored his advice and followed my impulses. I rushed to the counter and blurted, "I'd like a Venti Iced Decaf Americano!"

This is my addiction.