A Tiny White Lie to Myself

I've always prided myself on being honest, even when it's hard. But there's this one little white lie I tell myself every day, about my morning coffee intake. See, I drink two cups of coffee each morning, but for some reason, I tell myself and everyone else that I only have one. It started as a joke with friends who teased me about needing so much caffeine to start the day, but it stuck. And now, there's this tiny part of me that feels just a bit guilty every time I pour the second cup, knowing deep down it’s not really necessary to keep up appearances.