Coffee

I curled up in my comfy blue chair, cradling my mug and inhaling the bitter-sweet scent that came from it.
"Caffeine addict," Ana accused teasingly, wrapping her arms around me protectively.
"You know it," i replied with a laugh. I took a sip of my drink. Sweet salvation, all black and steamy, bitter and beautiful in bone-white cup. "Oh, coffee, my love, it's been too long," i addressed it.
Ana laughed at me. "You're crazy, talking to your drink like that."
I winked at her. "Would i be with you if i wasn't crazy?"
"I suppose not." But she considered her laughter.
I sipped away at my coffee and read a bit of the book Ana handed me, Wasted by Marya Hornbacher. Ana pointed out certain sentences and i wrote them down in my thinspo scrapbook. We must have looked like quite an odd pair: two girls, a coffee-addict just starting to become skinny and a thin little waif, cuddled up together, chattering away and sharing a book like the very best of friends, but i didn't mind. I was just glad that Ana was being such a lovely friend today. I vowed silently to myself to not disappoint her, at least not today; i would do everything she asked of me.