The mysterious appear of the spooky coffee beans…

It was this ordinary Sunday morning, although it started a bit earlier. I woke up at 6:30, before the kids and my wife. It was like a mysterious hidden force that took me out of the cozy bed. It was already morning, so I decided not to make attempts of going back to sleep. I remember faintly my dreams… the pumpkins on the terrace that we bought last week… they were alive and were singing spooky songs. I don’t know why, but I really needed to go out and make sure this was just a dream.

They were sitting still outside just like they were left. Except for… there was a cup with coffee beans next to them.

Coffee beans? Really?

I felt strange. Who could have brought them outside? They looked strange and it was this strange aroma that was flowing in the morning mist. It was like candy sugar, with a touch of pumpkin. I wondered if my wife was trying to play a trick on me, but she was still sleeping. Better not wake her up. The beans were like speaking to me, or silently singing their song…

Trick or treat,
trick or treat,
let’s grind quick
but be discreet…

Why do these beans want to stay discreet? Maybe it’s just a silly tune popping in my mind… I decided to give them a try.

Beans in grinder, set the size to filter coarseness… pushing the button… A cold air rushed into the room, with a bit of mist. The window has opened on its own. My feet became cold, but I continued my brewing routine.

I boiled some water and started infusing the coffee. It was getting even colder, but I decided to close the window when I finish making this coffee.

Now, that it was ready I decided to give this strange sweet and spicy aroma a try. First sip, second sip… the room was completely hazy. I could not see the silhouette of the kitchen table and chairs anymore. It was cold… the first couple of steps… the parquet of the room was no longer there. The warm slippers were finding their way between branches and fallen leaves. There were some dead trees around competing the spooky scene. It was cold, and only source of some heat was the cup of coffee in my hands. Where was I? Where was the warm living room? I heard some distant steps… they were slowly reaching me.

I started walking… faster, and faster… and… faster! Until… “Bang!” I rushed in a huge and old oak tree. Found myself on the ground… and it was difficult to open my eyes.

A heavy breathing was accompanying now the steps. The thing was maybe a couple of meters away and I was scared. Will I live? Will I be able to tell what happened to my wife? I was praying… this was the only thing that was reasonable now.

Daddy, wake up! What happened? Daddy?

Slap, slap!

I opened my eyes. My son was over me and was trying to wake me up. I turned my head and found myself back in the living room.

Daddy, are you ok?

I really don’t know what happened… was I dreaming? The cup of coffee was on the kitchen top. But the strange and spooky aroma has faded. It was just a regular cup of coffee brewed with the beans from the Specialty coffee bag. After all, I was alive and I had a story to tell to my wife.

Was this true? Or maybe it was only in my imagination… who knows. I’m only sure that I’m happy to be at home.