Prospect of a Day

A sunrise and coffee,
Curled up with a book,
The day stretched ahead,
Filled with restful delight.

Coffee steam hits my face,
The scent envelopes my nose,
I feel the warmth in my hand,
As I take my first sip.

Cascading down my throat,
That warm, satisfying sensation,
The taste lingers in my mouth,
And warmth invades my stomach.

The book rests on my knees,
A story waiting to be told.
Characters beckon to me,
Begging me to join them.

As the caffeine hits my brain,
I join them in their world,
Putting off my to-do list.
Today is their day.


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