A glass of orange juice

I like to start my day with a small glass of orange juice.

Some people like coffee, but I’m almost immune to it now. Orange juice does more for me to kick-start my morning.

I shake it up, fast, vigorously. I love the bubbles and froth at the top.

Oh and by the way, no pulp. I’m not satan.

I love when it swishes through my mouth – the citrus acids burning any cuts or bitten skin inside my cheeks.

I feel the coldness of it glide down my throat, chilling me from the inside with each gulp.

After a sip, my eyes start to water – that citrus again. But I can’t get enough.

Another sip.