Brutally Honest

I’m thirsty It’s hot I order a cold, refreshing soda. I can hardly wait My tastebuds excited as they wait for the glorious liquid to envelope the inside of my mouth Anticipating the rush of little bubbles exploding with fervor as they make their way down my throat. The satisfaction of feeling the cold fluid colliding with my internal thermostat, plunging the reading back to decency Refreshing my ever parched and dry soul Only to swallow a flat, warm soda. That has been my experience knowing you.