Tempted of the Stimulant Rush

Now is the dreaded day that I had to endure.
It's Good Friday, just an hour from midnight and I promised myself never to take any indulgence, as part of my yearly sacrifice during Lenten Season.

I woke up from a 5-min power nap (seems like I couldn't get a good nignt rest after all) and the first thing my eyes gazed upon is a pack of cigarettes laying quietly beside my computer. I can smell the coffee (with a tinge of hazelnut) aroma my father is preparing and I thought to myself, "I would love to have a cup of that while puffing smokes."

It seemed that he heard what my mind is saying. He took out a stick of my cigarette and lit it up. (He rarely smoke FYI). And asked me, "Gusto mo coffee?"

So I closed my eyes to resist temptation. But it never helped my cravings at all. My power of imagination is so overwhelming that I can almost sense the bittersweet taste of coffee and cigarettes.

I answered. "Yoko po 'pa. I'm taking a sabbatical."