Waking up to the blaring sound of my alarm, I sighed and grumbly got out of bed heading straight to the kitchen to brew myself a cup of coffee which was an antidote to relieve me of any stress that comes with the day "Monday".
After brewing, I stepped out of the kitchen for a while and when I returned to reach for my morning cup of coffee, I was met with a jarring realization: it was nowhere to be found. My initial confusion quickly turned to suspicion as I surveyed the kitchen, trying to piece together the mystery of the missing coffee.
It wasn't long before I uncovered the truth: a member of my household had hidden my beloved coffee away, leaving me with nothing but a bitter taste in my mouth and anger suppressed in my chest. I wanted to scream but it was too early, I didn't want to wake the neighbors. "Mondays are always messed up!" I exclaimed and stormed out of the kitchen to get ready for school.
As the day progressed, my mind couldn't help but wander to thoughts of retribution. I I knew that I couldn't take physical action but I could come up with a scenario for the person who took my coffee.
I began to devise a plan, one that would make the coffee thief regret their actions. I thought about all the different methods of torture that I could use, from sleep deprivation to waterboarding. But as I considered each option, I realized that they were all too extreme. I didn't want to cause any physical harm, I just wanted to teach them a lesson they would never forget.
Finally, I hit upon an idea that was both effective and non-violent. I would start a coffee deprivation campaign of my own. I would deny the coffee thief access to coffee for as long as possible, making them suffer the same way they had made me suffer. I would make sure that they knew exactly what they were missing, by constantly talking about my own coffee and how much I enjoyed it.
My siblings were all coffee lovers, who preferred dark bitter coffee to the sweet milk filled one I loved and enjoyed every Monday morning. As for me, it worked like magic. It made my day go well but this time, the coffee thief had planned to make my magical morning a dreaded one and I was up and ready to deprive them of coffee until the thief confessed.
I put my plan into action by locking up every beanie in my room. I didn't care if they were older than me but I sure was ready to use my stubbornness wisely. That evening, I took out the amount I needed and brewed it dark, letting its sharp aroma fill the living room where they were both seated looking like kids who had lost their precious toys. I sipped it and sang praises at how heavenly it tasted, scratching my head and licking my lips even though the taste was killing me, It didn't take long for the coffee thief to be unveiled.
They all began to grow irritable and restless, and it was clear that they were suffering without their evening cup of joe.
"Since when did you start loving dark coffee and in the evenings?" He asked with furry as I held tight to the hot cup of coffee in my hands.
"So it was you huh? How could you?" I wanted to pounce on him like a hungry tiger at its prey but my sister with the strength of a lion held me back.
"I'm sorry", he muttered "I wanted to have that magical Monday like you always do but it didn't work out for me, I had the worst" he spoke with remorse in his voice but I was already boiling in furry.
"Oh! You didn't just hide it, you drank it?" I feigned to attack him again because of the grip my sister had on me knowing fully well that in reality I wasn't a match to his strength. I was the last weak but always angry child who loved her coffee milky and sweet.
I watched with satisfaction as the coffee thief elder brother of mine begged for forgiveness and promised never to take or drink my coffee again. I forgave him and we all shared a cup of coffee together just the way we liked it.
In the end, my plan worked perfectly. The coffee thief had learned his lesson by having a terrible Monday more than I did and they were pleased to have the beanie back in place. It was a victory for all coffee lovers in the house.