Clouds in My Coffee

Because, let's face it, he asked for it...

I walked back in my apartment after having one of those "wait, how did I get home?" moments. Standing at the fridge, shoving my face with a colby jack dinner, I turned to notice my recycling. On top of the overflowing bag of plastic bottles, one in particular caught my eye.

The Diet Coke with Lime bottle looked strangely out of place amongst all the super trendy Vitamin Water bottles. Even more out of place next to my bag of beer bottles, left over from what now seems like a past life. I stood there, staring intently at it, coming to terms with my caffeine addiction, propensity for decadence and drama and my tendency to indulge in things that maybe aren't that great for me.

The Diet Coke with Lime bottle stared back, trying to look brave though he knows he faces a slightly uncertain future in a few weeks when I move out.

Relax, I thought. You're in the recycling bag, surely you realize you're destined for better things. A new incarnation. The trick is not to fight it. Just trust me and enjoy the rest of your stay here.

I chuckled, popped a few grapes in my mouth and walked towards the bathroom to brush my teeth. Besides, you'll be a Wal-Mart t-shirt with a clever saying on it before you know it.