_{The bedroom door opened. It was my husband who had a shocked expression and looked pale. I asked him what was wrong? and holding a packet of coffee in his trembling hands he replied that we were in trouble.}

It all started yesterday morning, I made coffee for both of us. He came out of the shower a bit worried because he would be late for the office, took a sip and told me he would take it with him in the thermos.

He kissed my forehead and told me that the energizing coffee he loves was delicious. I told him I would see him in the afternoon to go shopping because there was no more coffee and there were no groceries for the weekend.

I left the house later. I was feeling discouraged about my job, I am good at what I do, in fact the best publicist in the company but I am terrified to be in charge of a project and my boss asked me to manage the advertising campaign for a traditional local coffee brand.

When I walked into the office all my colleagues applauded and told me I would do miu well. I took a little confidence seeing that I was not alone.

At 4 pm, I met my husband at the supermarket. He asked me what we would buy first and I told him we needed to buy the brand coffee I was working for so we could know the characteristics of the brand.

We went to the coffee aisle, there were a lot of brands until we got to the traditional one that had been offering coffee to the city for over 100 years.

On our way home, I turned on the car radio to sing our favorite romantic songs from the evening show. When they interrupted for an urgent press release.

We were attentive to the police officer's statements, he seemed concerned as he recounted that a dangerous cartel had packaged banned substances in coffee packets.

He concluded by saying that by accident an officer had asked for the coffee truck to be dispatched and ended up distributing the shipment around the city.

My husband and I looked at each other and laughed. They couldn't possibly be so incompetent. Thank goodness we were on our way home and wouldn't be going out until Monday.

We got home and after bath and dinner, I went to make some of the new coffee to try it out and try to start with some ideas for the project.

We sat in the living room and started drinking the coffee and talking about our grandparents who owed this brand.

I took a sip. The smell, the taste. I felt a whole explosion in my body.

I looked at my husband and shouted: drinking this coffee makes you travel through space. And I ran to the kitchen to get the carafe to pour us more.

I prepared a thermos of coffee and we went for a run. We went by the beach, we went to nothing. We rented bikes, we swung like little kids, we went through a disco and won the prize for the most active dance couple. It was crazy.

We came home and all the coffee was gone. So we fell asleep at about 5 am.

We woke up in the afternoon, it was almost dark. My head was spinning. I looked at my phone and there was a message from my boss saying that the client loved the campaign I sent him and congratulating me on my amazing work.

I didn't remember much but I was happy about that.

I saw the local paper, they were still collecting the coffee packets with those banned substances. The police officer was thankful that people who found one of these packets immediately turned it in to the police.

I smiled again and that was when my husband entered the room.

We agreed to exchange the package for one I had in reserve and vowed never to tell anyone about the trip we had taken with that entire package of coffee. But we never forgot how much fun and great we had been having. We never forgot how much fun and great our accidental coffee prank was.