A morning, winter light pierces darkness taps me on the face.
The roar of snoring from another room echoes in my ears as if a seashell held up to listen. I rise at 7:40 am for the day.
Thoughts of coffee pique the imagination of my nose. Ah, a coffee pot beckons with promise. Soon the nose is captivated by the aroma of brew.
A sip before the day begins, I sigh.