At awakening, I like my mind white and my coffee black. Black coffee whites my mind from sleepiness. Or maybe I’m just thinking white because a blank canvas comes to mind. However, when I wake up, my brain is a mess. Maybe dreams from the night are white. If that, black coffee empties the mind because emptiness is black. “The cleaning power of coffee”, sounds like a good ad. But now, after a long struggle with life, I’m completely awake. I stand up. Colors are back.
