Coffee Thoughts

sarahproctormcfAmeteur writer and photographer
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Coffee Thoughts: a Poem for People Pretending to Love Mornings

Coffee Thoughts

by sarahproctormcf

As morning dawns, I never know what to expect, dragging myself from the deepest recesses of slumber, wondering what torture is this;

shuffling to the kitchen, full yawn engaged, picking my way through animals eagerly awaiting their breakfast while tired and blurry-eyed I anxiously brew the only thing that makes me feel human;

I am not a morning person and have never claimed to be, but the aroma from those magic beans almost makes it seem possible to speak to others;

lifting my cup to greet the day, somewhere between wake and sleep, greedily taking that first invigorating sip, only then do I realize I might make it after all;

even if I can't hide in my sweatpants all day.

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@heidilobecker Glad I am not alone. lol

4 months agoReply
Mornings are torture, I totally relate!

sarahproctormcfAmeteur writer and photographer
4 months agoReply
@bernardtwindwil Thank you so much! Glad you liked it.

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4 months agoReply
This reflected a wistful ethereal beauty. I love the smell of coffee boiling before dawn on a campfire where bacon and pancakes are starting to waft through the air. Great post!!!!