Oh, I have always longed to be one of the caffeine-enriched, those lucky souls who speak so lovingly of the hot beverages that revitalise and energise them. They are like mages of some sort, finding mana to give them strength to endure the world, even in those itty-bitty nasty hours that turn normal people bleary-eyed and droopy.
I have longed for that sudden buzz, the way they seem to come alive after imbibing this mysterious substance. And yet...I cannot.
Oh, I envy them, but when it comes to that vital moment, I shrink back. The smell repels me. My cautious sips bring me only grimaces of distaste.
Now, to the details of my most recent attempt; this very night. My mother brought home powders to create mudcake-flavoured lattes. One merely opens a single tube of it and adds boiling water, combined with some milk. I saw my sister's enjoyment. I smelled the powder, and it cried out to my ancient weakness:
Chocolate. This treacherous substance had the perfidy to carry a tempting chocolate scent.
Context is longer, and tempted by coffee. QWP