The dark matter of my mornings.
I wake up every morning still sleepy and numb. My arms are weak, my legs are not much better than them, and my back struggles to keep me on my feet. In this state, I try to loosen the upper half of the Italian style coffee maker that we have at home. Sometimes I have to push it against one of my legs while I use both my hands to open it . Then the routine. I mentally start to schedule my day as I fill the lower half with water and pick up the can of "Colombian blend".
Check the online news and the social media notifications while I wait for the train to arrive at "Hot stove Station".
The sound of the steam starts to fill the kitchen along with the smell of freshly brewed coffee, which takes over the whole apartment. My love finally wakes up. She is still almost asleep. -Hi my love- She says. My day starts at its best moment