Morning routines.
All the curtains make every room glow. I’m still half asleep; the brightness stings my eyes. I’m the first one up; walking around with one eye squinted. Before anything else, I greet Mr. Coffee. He stares at me with warmth. Without him, my day wouldn’t be able to begin. The smell of ground coffee fills the whole house. Mr. Coffee awakens, he breathes and hums. The instructor to my morning meditation. The loud drip of coffee, the anticipation of a crisp day ahead.
Submitted By: Arisdeysi Cruz
