Morning coffee was always good to me, because only she could make my cup just right. She would bring it into the bedroom on a food tray, it had little yellow flowers on it with a stack of pancakes and orange juice. I would taste the coffee and be in heaven, that sweet rich flavor would throw me into a trance and a smile would appear on my face. She kissed me good morning and then would make her way to the bathroom so she could get ready for her day. My day always began just this way, the way I liked it. Waking up in the morning and seeing her face. That beautiful face.
Posted on: Thu, 29 Aug 2013 03:13:32 +0000
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