A cool breeze is blowing outside
The sun is waking up at the horizon
The smell of the coffee brewing fills me with warmth
The fireplace coming to life next to my cozy chair
I set down my cup and sit down
Snuggle under a big blanket
I take long, slow sips while reading
The house is quiet since I am the only one awake
This is how I prefer to start my day
I breathe in the smell coming from my mug
Thoughts of my mom come to mind
We share a love for this black gold
I look out the window
Getting lost in the view of our new property
Excited to see what the future holds
For now I will relish in the comfort
Of a cozy chair, big blanket, roaring fire, and
A hot cup of coffee
About the Creator
Charlotte Nox
Girl mom. I enjoy running. From PNW a.k.a. land of serial killers so writing tends to be a little dark. I'm not the best when it comes to best use of commas but I hope to write something that sticks with you.
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By Charlotte Nox2 years ago in Fiction
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