This was supposed to be for Day 8 of Like the Prose – Heroes and Villains / Good and Evil – but I had to twist it.
Dark. Silent. Slightly broody.
But he’s also reassuring.
When she needs a boost he’s always there for her, in a stance that even Superman couldn’t imitate.
When a migraine threatens, when she has a thousand tasks and only time for ten, when sleep is threatening to steal her senses – he comes to the rescue.
He has an evil twin.
Equally dark, equally silent.
Possibly a bit less broody (villains always are; their evil deeds instill delight.)
When he shows up, she trembles in fear, because she knows – she knows – that her energy will not be enhanced, her tasks will not get done, her drowsiness will not be swept away.
But she’ll enjoy the experience, even so, because he’ll lure her in with assurances that he’ll treat her the same, that her lips won’t know the difference.
Yet, every morning, every evening, she must choose:
Hero or Villain?
Regular… or Decaf?