I always preferred ground coffee.
I enjoyed the process of boiling the water, pouring more ground coffee in my French press than needed, and filling up the press to the brim.
I would put the cover on top with the long handle standing tall. I would watch intensively as the coffee floated to the top, being stopped by the mesh.
After a few minutes, I would be ready for the satisfying part.
I poured some milk into my coffee mug - not too much, not too little.
I then pushed down on the press, feeling the pressure of the coffee tense my palm.
After, I would pour so carefully and so slowly into my mug - staying silent to hear every drop.
This was what woke me up in the morning. This was what started my day.
This is my morning...with coffee.