On days like these, i find that waking up is much easier when there’s coffee present.

As i emerged from underneath my blissfully warm covers this morning, a piercing bright sunlight attacked my eyes, in which were not ready for the days sunlight, beaming through with a vengence into the only window in my room with out any curtains. ( i really must fix that, if i continue hybernating in this place of residency.)
Throwing a pillow over my head in retaliation of this bright light, i lay there thinking for some reason it would go away, or die down, niether of which happend and i was forced to slink out of my bed. Errr.

The mudderd words “coffee” escaped my lips like a zombie, in a crackled, raspy voice, that i can assure you seems to never fail in making all woman appear more attractive at 7: 58 in the morning.

Alas, at the coffee pot i poured a cup and made my fixings with it, a little bit of cream usually does the trick. It graced my lips like a familiar lover. A sweet soft kiss of coffee, awakening my soul and rejuvinating my once unconcious body. With every sip a sense of home, and relief was bestowed upon me, merely waking me with every taste sensation from the cup. Its the best part of waking up. I believe someone has coined that phrase already, but its true.

Its a good day with a great cup of coffee.