Winter Morning

In my bed, snuggled with blankets heavy and warm

The soft, plushy fabric covering my icy fingers

I hear the sounds of the highway outside

Whispers in a near by room

Bright sun pushing through the yellow curtains

My eyes squint at the glare

I hear the echo of a train horn getting louder

Thump thump thump thump as it passes by

With socks on my chilly feet

I wander into the kitchen and smell

The coffee brewing

The strong, dark elixir rouses my sleepy brain

Before I even take a sip

Once poured in my mug, flavored with vanilla creamer

I see the cloud of heat rise like a snake

The taste is bitter

Yet sweet

Just like a winter morning