Black coffee without sugar

Luna sighed and went to the MRT station. She realizes that everything was different, she's still 23, a fresh graduate who just started working in Singapore. She remembers that her phone was full of his picture and she deleted it all. She took her earphones out and listened to the song she used to like.

It's Saturday morning and she feels so refresh for once but old habit hard to throw away, she missed her vape, Android phone with WhatsApp, Telegram, watching movies on YouTube or Netflix on her Tablet and she missed her gray Munchkin cat that she had for almost six years ever since she moved to her new place after she made it big from crypto trading. She arrives at her station and buys a pack of cigarettes from the Malay uncle and realizes how expensive it is.

"Hey, you're back already?" Tina, her flatmate, asked as she saw her on the way back to their flat.

"Yeah, I broke up with him," she sighed.

"Cause of Sisca?" Tina asked.

"Yeah, thanks for opening my eyes," she smiled. "Wanna have cuppa coffee? My treat."

"Nah, prefer to have a pack of Marlboro menthol," Tina grinned.

"Don't share it with Leona," she gave her pack to Tina and went to the pantry to make a cup of Robusta coffee without sugar.

"Luna, are you ok?" Daniel, another flatmate, asked her as he did his laundry.

"What's wrong?" She asked him back.

"Black coffee?" He asked again and he noticed it's Robusta. "Robusta? Are you sure you're alright today?I mean, you used to choose Arabica"

"Yes, Robusta, without sugar or cream or even milk, yes, I know I changed, but yeah, I'm fine, thank you," she smiled at him.

"No fever," he touched her forehead.

"Should I kick you in the ass?" She sighed.

It hits her, if she falls asleep, will she be back to her 38 year-old self? Back to 2019. She's just sleeping, she's not dead yet. But she loves to change a few things before she falls asleep and goes back to her future self.