The Sound of Coffee

I lay in the self made twilight,
Eyes unopened, but ears hearing the sound
of coffee.

Before even I stir, I know things
Are right in the world.
The love of my life is awake,
and performing morning rituals
of comfort and care.

I have another day in our shared time.
Another moment to love and laugh,
More time to be better than I am, for her sake.

I hear the coffee, the day has come…

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