I take the cup in my hands. “Do not drink this”, my sensible mind warns me. But the maddeningly tempting aroma of fresh coffee has reached my nostrils and the cup is pleasantly warming my hands. I raise it to my lips and satisfy my cravings with a slurp. “Aaaaah!” Savoring it sip after sip after sip … the bottom of the cup is visible now.
A pulse throbs in my head, as if the beverage has been injected into my brain and is pumping its way through neurons branching out, advancing forward beat by beat. A tornado forms in a corner. Someone begins to light fireworks. Two bulls face each other in a ring. The train at station A starts up.
The drumbeats rise to a crescendo making the tornado dance, spinning faster and faster, splitting itself into its clones moving directly in the path of the train hurtling at breakneck speed towards station B on the other side of my head, the windows of its compartments passing by in a blur and opening up to reveal the two bulls kicking up dust and charging furiously at each other, meeting midway with a skull-crushing ‘thwack’ to which the surrounding audience in the arena erupts in a roar while up above, dazzling fireworks explode in a shower of brilliant stars.
After a while, the sound of the drumbeats fade, the tornadoes die down one by one, the train chugs slowly down to a halt, the fighting bulls start to drift apart while a hush falls over the previously cheering spectators and the fireworks start to fizzle.
The caffeine retreats quietly, sucking my energy on its way out and making me vow to stick to decaf while leaving me completely drained.