What does it mean to want coffee in the evening, for the morning

What does it mean, standing in the kitchen at night, thinking about the self standing in the kitchen the following morning, to want that future self to have some coffee? What does it mean to want that future self to experience the heightening, the buzzing of a shot of espresso mixed with heavy cream, to feel the confluence of thoughts colliding and merging in the mind, on a mad dash fueled by chemical? What does it mean to want those insights, the sense that things are, on the whole, good, and that everything is on the verge of coming together?

In the past I have had coffee. In the past, I have felt these things during the best coffee experiences. And I am tired now, lacking in inspiration. I wish for the past with the alert mind. And so I crave the coffee for myself, tomorrow, but mostly for now.