My Favorite Cup of Joe- A Short Story

The April morning rain drums on my windowsill and I awake to the soft rumble of restless thunder. The warm glow of my table lamp makes my room feel like a haven from outside's wet storm. My white linen sheets cling to my legs and stomach, begging me to indulge in them for just a few minutes longer. Nevertheless, I know that trap; 5 minutes on the snooze turn into 45 minutes of what I like to call, "fake sleep" because you don't really get any more rest if you're waking up to the blaring alarm every 5-10 minutes. I rip the sheets off of me and fling them to the side as my legs swing over the edge of the bed, fleeing from the siren call. My feet feel around for my bunny slippers- protection from the cold, wooden floors. When my feet find them and my toes wriggle around in the fluff, I make my way to bathroom, picking up my toothbrush on the way. It's pink and sparkly like the case on my phone. After brushing, I wash my face and take a moment to pause as I wash every crevice of my features and allow the cool water to drip-dry off of my face. I prefer doing this over using a towel. It works better for my sensitive skin.

5 minutes later, my bunny slippers are making their way through the hallway and down the staircase. The boards creak under my familiar weight. I bend my hand to fit in the space between the fridge and the wall to flick on the kitchen light switch and there it is; the coffee-maker. It's shiny black body makes a statement against the gleaming white of the counter and backsplash. My hands know exactly what to do as I flip open the top cover to insert a thin piece of filter paper. I strategically measure out the servings of grounds I need to make my drink. I like mine a little strong so I add a couple more tablespoons for good measure. The strong, waft of medium roast caresses my nose and I feel at peace in the midst of the early morning thunder and rain. I let the coffee-maker do it's thing as I make my plain bagel with plain cream cheese and turkey sausage. By the time I'm done, the cafe smell is more pungent and more soothing than before. I pour it into the mint green Tinkerbell mug I purchased at the Disney Store in the mall. I add french vanilla creamer and stir slowly as I watch the rich, midnight black color of the liquid turn into a tender caramel brown. The smells marry well; deep, exotic coffee grounds and sweet, sugary french vanilla. I sit under the yellow glow of the kitchen table chandelier and open my latest read; some psychology book, of course.

So, there I am, in the midst of a mini-storm, wrapped by the warm glow of the chandelier bulbs and filling my belly with the exquisite warmth of my caramel brown liquid.


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I've been trying to really hone in on my writing craft and my passion for writing as a form of expression and creativity. I hope you enjoy this random "short story" and I hope that I was able to create an image of what I was imagining in your head!