"Coffee, of course," he replied.
Hmm... did she really miss it?
The last time she had a sip was the morning of May 25... 181 days ago... 4344 hours...
Sometimes she has a craving, when the boy's coffee is brewing in the morning and the smell of freshly ground beans fills the kitchen. Or sometimes when she's extra sleepy & thinking about having a jolt, or when the holiday bevvy's come to Starbucks and she's dying for a latte.
But mostly, no. She doesn't really miss it all that much. Not enough to start up again.One sip and she'd be back on the wagon & steering it right over a cliff.
She does, however, wonder how Christmas morning will taste without a little Bailey's spiked coffee.
But she'll jump off that bridge when she comes to it.