The Java Paradox
100 Word Microfiction
Trapped within a never-ending time loop in a perpetual cycle of determination and temptation, I vowed to quit coffee.
Each morning, I'm lured in by the irresistible promises of a gateway to a super me with caffeine-fueled clarity.
Guilt whispers as the first sip feels like stepping through that magic portal, awakening my senses and fueling my ambitions.
Yet as the day progresses, the caffeine-induced highs give way to jittery restlessness.
In the twilight, regret and determination collide. Fatigue creeps in.
Then, rinse and repeat. It's a time loop with the bittersweet frenemy. Finally, I detox. And then... time warp.
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So relatable!