The world as we know it, had ended at 4 pm on March 19th but Lizzy, as her friends used to call her, did not seem to have gotten the memo.
Her alarm had been ringing for about an hour until she decided to turn it off and throw her phone to the other side of the bed. She turned around, pulled the blankets closer to her body and was already slipping back to the land of Nod, as she remembered that there was a reason for the alarm. She turned again, moved slowly, and tried carefully to open her eyes but the sunlight was definitely too much.
A groan of disappointment escaped her aching body “What day is it?” Her brain asked her “What were we supposed to do again? How did I get home? Is Marwen all right?” The lacerating pain in her head stopped her train of thoughts. A second moan escaped her mouth as she opened her eyes. The blurry vision was not ideal to stand up and run around but she really had to go to the bathroom. Slowly she sat up, put her feet on the blue carpet and ran to the blurry bathroom, just in time to puke into what she hoped would be a blurry toilet. Slightly shaky she stood up and went into the kitchen. The need for coffee pushed her brain and eyes to work together, so that she could see what she was doing. “Filter, coffee, water, back to bed, back to the kitchen, push the button, back to bed”. The sound of water flowing through the coffee to jump into the coffee pot was like rain on a summer’s day, like fire in a cold winter night or like the sound computer used to make to connect to the internet in the 90s – but Lizzy was too young to know that and that sound would only be perceived as pleasant if one likes computers and is old enough to remember it…It was very interesting and fun to listen to, like a robotic humming preparing you for the… never mind. You get the idea: it was nice to listen to.
Anyway, Lizzy was lying in bed, waiting for her coffee, wandering about that dreadful taste in her mouth and that weird smell in the apartment as her phone rang again, scaring the shit out of her. 46 missed calls. “What the fuck? Shit, something must have happened to Marwen, no wait; she called just twice. The rest are calls from pretty much everyone. Where is Erick?” Lizzy decided to stop scrolling down the list of mostly unknown people who called there so she could get the coffee. Coffee would tell her what to do. Coffee would start her brain and besides, the world could not end because of not calling back straight away. Or could it? She picked up a cup from the hooks above the coffeemaker and saw a dirty teaspoon lying around on the countertop. She tried to ignore it but could not stop staring at it while pouring the coffee into the mug. Finally, as the coffee started flowing all over the place, she grabbed the spoon and put it in the dishwasher, then she saw the coffee all over the place and began being annoyed by herself.
Every time the same annoying shit afterward. No brain, just chaos. Lizzy cleaned everything up, took the cup and set the table. Luckily the coasters were all precisely where they should be. Lizzy took one and before the bottom of her cup could reach it, a baby started crying in the distance. That did not really help with the headache. The smell of coffee made her relax a little, so her eyes had time to check the state of the apartment.
Aromatic deception 