Coffee overdose

My eyes were shooting lights and insomnia was a dead end. I quickly organized an evening for all the beings of the night. I spent hours preparing tons of coffee for them. Grinding the beans with heads against the table. It wasn't a nightmare, I had fun. The blood is just a detail now that my house smells like paradise. By the time they arrive I'll have everything clean but my face. I will receive them with a red face. It will be a memorable welcome, I want to be a good host to them. You're invited too. I'll be waiting for you here, always awake.