I don't remember very much before this morning. The air sirens woke me up absurdly early, while Officer Coppa yelled in the streets. It seemed like everyone was in a tizzy as the anchorwoman on the television stared drearily into the camera, red and yellow images flashing across the screen. I ignored all this tho in the pursuit of coffee.
The machine sputtered to life soaking the freshly ground beans below. Perhaps I should have been more concerned by all the commotion in the streets? I was a total zombie without my morning cup, tho. I watched with anticipation as the pot filled. Rich black liquid dripping into its eager mouth. The machine gurgled its near completion as the last few drops of bliss dripped into the waiting pot.
...drip...
..drip..
.drip.
I remember waking up in the street. People were running, screaming, it looked like it was the apocalypse. I tried to ask a passerby what was going on but they looked at me with the same horrified face as everyone else. This was getting me no where. I sat in the street and contemplated my choices as fresh blood ran down my beak.