One crackling gloomy thunderstorm, I sat alone in front of my monitor, struggling with the worst case of writer’s block I’ve ever possessed. Frustration beyond words, I reached for the one thing keeping my sanity, my delicious Tim Horton’s coffee. The aroma always soothed my over-imaginative mind, each sweet unforgettable sip, always brought forth warm memories. As I brought the cup to my coffee-deprived lips, each passing second, I anticipated that blissful warm liquid and when I felt nothing I quickly discovered the cup was in fact, empty. Surely I knew I couldn’t write any further, not without my trusty coffee keeping me composed. I only had one option, get another.
I scurried down the stairs, grabbed my keys, hat and jacket, then hop in the car, avoiding as much of the pouring rain as one could. Even though it was quite a terrifying storm, with roaring thunder and bright flashes of lightning, I made it to my destination, Tim Horton’s. A chill went up my spine, the blissful sensation of just knowing I was about to get a cup of that pure delicious twenty-minute freshly brewed coffee was almost too much to bear.
I stepped forth, through the golden gates and came to an abrupt halt; deeply inhaling that aromatically desired coffee-scented air before moving forward. Without hassle, the cheery employee poured that dark roasted pot of infamous coffee blend for me. But as I reached into my pocket for my wallet; I was baffled to find it empty. After a thorough search I came to realise that I had forgotten it at home. But then I recalled, praying for some change lingering inside my car. After explaining my dilemma, I raced outside, frantically scurrying the car’s interior. While scavenging about, I became more drenched from the rain but managed to collect just enough coin to purchase my beloved coffee.
Dripping wet, I happily marched back in, paid, took my beverage, cracked the lid open, taking a moment to inhale that initial waft of steam soaring from within. Feeling satisfied I took a single sip; all my urges and cravings were instantly quenched. I now felt ready to get back to writing, and with an uneventful trip back to my office, I sat down and finished the chapter I’d been struggling to write all night. And because of this I can only thank that cup of coffee for making it happen.
Afterwards, I rolled up the rim and couldn’t believe what I saw, a winner, $100 Tim Card, which only meant one thing; lots more coffee for future struggling tales!