I lift the glass to my lips.
Slowly, ever so sensually do I sniff, taking in the sweet, almost unnoticable aroma.
Carefully, I tilt the glass back, and my lips are greeted by the cool liquid before entering,
its familiar taste washing over my tongue
and prickling lightly over the inside of my mouth with every carbonated bubble.
I let it fill my mouth almost completely and savor it all
before swallowing in one long, slow gulp.
Gently setting the glass back down on the table,
my hands folded around it most preciously,
I smile brightly and lean back a little with my eyes closed...
"Ahh...", I think in silent contentment. "Rootbeer."













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