The best thing about my morning was that first cup of coffee and the serenity that surrounds it.
My coffee was okay. It wasn’t overly sweet. It was bitter and cold enough and it smells like heaven. I like it like how I love you; cold and bitter.
I like how it stains my teeth whilst it ain’t look pretty for some people.
Who cares about having pearly white teeth? I’d rather have another cup of coffee
But I regret taking my last sip of coffee. It was freezing.
T’was as sweet as hell.
As it is should be.