These days, I go to sleep reeking of something. And how the bedsheets smell the next day tell me a lot. Somedays, its nothing, but alot of days It usually smells like 3 things.

1. Coffee

I've really developed a taste for caffeine. Which is strange, I used to never ever drink it. But this year, after pulling many non stop hours working, I've become quite accustomed to it. Milk, Cream and the heavy bitterness of the coffee beans biting into your tongue, combating the sugary sweetness of cacao powder and light froth. It's become a mild addiction. But when I go to bed smelling like coffee, it means I've had a pretty tiring day, and i'd just like to sink into my bed into a dreamless sleep. it's my brain food. When I drink coffee, I always feel quite refined. It's an elegant thing, enjoying coffee, i find. In my head, it always coincided with people who had the time to relax could sit around in life and enjoy drip coffees and life - i.e., people with money. But I'm learning it doesnt take much money to enjoy good coffee, but its always there in the back of my head. I guess it might be because I've always associated the drinking of coffee with one of my old friends, who had highly refined taste when it came to his palate.

2. Wine

If I go to sleep smelling like wine, it can mean three things:

The day was very relaxing, and I'm alone. I'll break out a bottle of white wine to pair with my home made dinner to take off the edge of the night and sink into the warmth. I go to sleep smiling with contentment.

or

The night was off the hooooook. I had an amazing time, got absolutely smashed off my face with all my friends, the complete opposite of the last reason. Point was drinking for class and relaxation, the second was the least classiest thing ever. Most likely I went to bed smelling a bit like vomit as well. Although not too sure if its mine or someone elses. Somethings for sure though, it was a great night.

or 

The day was absolutely despicable. It was the one of the worse days EVER. Good chance I'm pouring myself a third glass, and then another bottle of baileys over a huge bowl of ice cream so i can wallow in self pity and sadness. I'm drinking to forget, and collapse into my bed and let the day just disappear into a haze.

But I think its interesting, how i can abuse alcohol like this.

3. Cigarettes

It really means two things. Either I just want to relax. Or, it was a fucking shit day. One things for sure though, I'm smoking and im thinking alot and trying to give myself a cheap high just to make the experience a little better.