It's not just a cup of coffee

I remember that day like it was yesterday. I had gone out partying with some friends and after several drinks and well into the early hours of the morning, I decided to return home in the company of my friend Lucca.

We arrived, and I offered him a cup of coffee to keep him awake for the drive home, and he gladly and gratefully accepted.

I did so and handed him his cup, sitting next to him at the kitchen table.

I will never forget that my friend Lucca had said that coffee had a sinister taste. I laughed at the comment and drank the coffee. Yes, it had a strange taste, but I didn't mind because it was getting very cold and that peculiar taste had a calming effect on all senses.

Suddenly, everything started to spin around me. I felt strangely dizzy, with a mixture of drowsiness and euphoria at the same time, and I started laughing hysterically. It was a laughter I could not control, and Lucca began to dance to the rhythm of a non-existent music.

I don't know how it happened, but suddenly Dollar, my dog, looked at me uneasily and started talking to me. Yes, my dog was talking to me. He was telling me he had to go to work, but I was sure it was Sunday.

Dollar moved restlessly around me, wagging his tail vigorously, and told me that the cookies in the oven were burning. What cookies? I don't remember baking cookies, starting with the fact that I don't know how to bake cookies. But Dollar insisted that the cookies would burn. I just said, "Oh, Dollar, you turn off the oven and let me sleep a little longer.

Just as Dollar was talking to me, he suddenly disappeared, and now I saw Neo, my cat, looking at me accusingly. I didn't understand what was going on and where Dollar had gone. I tried to get up, but my body was heavy as if I was carrying sacks of cement on my back, my eyes I could barely open, but a strange exhaustion was taking hold of me.

My eyelids became heavier and heavier, I could not manage to pronounce a single word, I stammered and slurred my words as if I were drunk.

Sleep overcame me and I abandoned myself to the arms of Morpheus. When I woke up, I don't know what time it was, but it seemed like an eternity had passed.

I was asleep on the kitchen table and Lucca was sitting on the floor, visibly dizzy and disoriented.

What happened? I asked Lucca, but he didn't know how to answer me.

I got up as best I could and headed for the coffee pot. I opened it and saw that it had little pieces of something white in it that I didn't see when I made the coffee. I was left wondering what could have happened, when suddenly my roommate enters the kitchen and laughs when she sees us.

Excuse me, she said, but I think you drank my special coffee with Lucca last night. I didn't think you would, because that's my coffee pot. Yours, it's right next to it.

Oh, my Goodness...