Coffee

I woke up to the sun on a monday
Morning
And I stretched my arms, all the more
Groaning.
I stifle a yawn and head to the kitchen
Hungry and tired, a boy on a mission
On top of the counter of the big pot
I pull up the chair cause I can’t reach it.
Inside is a blend with a soothing scent
I make myself some COFFEE to let myself
Awake. with cookie dough that’s ready to
Bake.
COFFEE is making sure I’ll have a trusty filter.
And Sundays end with a Frappucciono
Or a bedtime with cappuccino.
coffee.