Restless sleep, she
tossed and turned
and then
tossed and turned
some more.
She opens her soft
hazel eyes
and takes time
to stretch
her body;with
her dark brown
skin illuminated
by the summer sun,
as it rises.
She begins to
get up,but
sudden goosebumps
appear on her
small arm.
She quickly grabs
her black
under armour
sweatshirt
and puts it on,
suddenly feeling
warm and fuzzy.
She opens her
light blue door
and is greeted with
the smell she
knew all to well.
She walked slowly
down the
long hallway
dragging her feet
along the
wooden floors.
As she grew
closer to the
kitchen
the smell was
getting stronger
and stronger.
By the time
she got to the
kitchen, she
was salivating.
She finds her
dad making
breakfast: it
consisted of
the sweet smell
of french toast,
bacon, and eggs.
She walked past
the griddle though,
because the best
smell of all
was coming from
the coffee pot.
She grabbed
a mug and
began to fill it
with the black,
rich, succulent,
liquid.
She drank it
every morning
and night.
She then went
to the canister
on the counter
and opened it up.
The smell was
so overwhelming
and powerful.
She reached in
and grabbed
a single bean,
bringing it to
her lips quickly.
The texture
was soft, yet
so tasteful
and delightful,
with its crevices
and odd
indentations.
She loves
everything
about it.
She loves
COFFEE.
