By My Bedside

• First Sip •

The smell of coffee brings me back to life at 7pm. Bold and toasty french roast fills the air with its earthy rich aromas.
Gently pouring a cup feeling the heat of the coffee emitting from the glass.
I take the first sip.
Tasting the light sweetness from my cream.
Not too much, just enough to ease the bitterness but still hold the daring flavors.

As the chaotic cries and demands of life scream around me.
I feel the warmth of the drink seep into me, spreading the desire of resuscitation through me.

In that one one-hundredth of one one-thousandth of one one-millionth of a second.
I felt at peace.