The grinding of the beans awakens me from my ever so long peace and tranquility comatose state
the aroma of gently roasted grounds brings me to my feet
I walk into the kitchen
Pull out one of the various assortments of mugs and begin to pour
Drip by drip, the unconsciousness leaves me
like the graduate leaves the nest
I bring the cup to my ever waiting lips
and feel the mixture of grounds, sugar, and creamer fall down my esophagus
The caffeine starts to flow into the blood stream.
The day is now under way.
And so it begins….
Created: Mar 05, 2010bphillippe Document Media