He woke with a full-bodied jolt and a pounding heart.  It was how he had started each of the last
three days -- confused, unsettled, alarmed.  This morning something new had been added.

A headache.  Mild nausea.  A familiar brand of exhaustion.  He was going through withdrawal.  

John swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat there for several moments, aching for the
familiar.  He wanted to pad barefoot into a tile-floored kitchen, assemble the components, listen to
the gurgle and burp, and breathe in the aroma.  

But what he needed more than anything else was caffeine.



                                                         
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