This morning as my eyes fluttered open, my nose was tickled with the smell of freshly brewed coffee I had brought home from the coffee shop the night before, and to the delicate touch of someone else. As I rolled over to have my eyes meet his, my nose wrinkled in pure delight as my grin spread from ear to ear. I have often dreamed of having a morning just as this. I am blessed with this morning. It didn’t matter that I missed my first lecture for the day. All that mattered was that I was being embraced in pure ecstasy. We laughed. We fantasized. We kissed. And kissed again.
coffee for one 