Java

Made two cups of Nescafe the other night, only to realise that you have left that very morning...

The little room seemed so empty without your presence, and the tranquility of the night turned into forlorn solitude...

I downed the javas and endeavored to turn in early. Instead, I lay with my eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling while the incessant roaring of hustling vehicles along the expressway violated my ear drums. It must be the caffeine...