Morning
The first cup of coffee is the strongest.
Hot, smooth but slightly bitter with a hint of sweet to trick my tongue. I have waited all night for this moment to come. I savor it all from the bold smell to the heat, ready for the caffeine to bring me to my feet. A moment of time that I don't want to end. Waiting and longing for the next cup again. I gulp down my last sip and I feel the smile leave my face. I pour another hoping for the same taste. Warm and familiar it starts to perk me up, but nothing can beat that first cup.
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