My mind is muddy and I yearn for the caffeine to cross the blood brain barrier. The first sip starts with an invigorating smell as the veil begins to lift.   Quietly, I long for this black devilish brew to work its magic. As if waking from a deep sleep, the imprint of a long-forgotten dream lingers like a wing-clipped butterfly waiting to escape its ghostly cage. The door creaks open and the memories take flight, scattering amongst the fuzzy nostalgia of a collapsing world gone by.   The only world we were told we could save. And as my heartbeat quickens and my mind focuses, I dust myself off to emerge blinking…