Clarissa's P.O.VSleep--- What is sleep? It was something I knew nothing of, at least not without pestilent dreams. However, there was something about dark chocolate that seemed to settle the pallet well. I could not deny that I was addicted.Rotating the square piece of chocolate in my hand, I gazed at it with a soft smile on my face. Intense Dark Chocolate- 72% cocoa. My mouth watered, reading the label, but my blue eyes gazed towards the café door, chiming as it opened, pulling me out of my satisfaction.The sounds of the wading crowds outside came trickling through the front door—It was coffee time, as my shirt so gladly described. There was never a time in my life that I could remember not liking the hot refreshing beverage. Growing up in the south, you learn to love things that would not be so common at a young age. If I remember correctly, I could almost picture the young brown-haired, blue-eyed girl taking her first sip of her grandmother's coffee.The memory was so good I cou
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