From the kitchen, his brewing coffee’s aroma travels light in the air and into the bedroom where she is still curled up. The aroma does not fail to pull her out of covers. Like it or not, the smell stirs her sleepy blood, and forces it to actively flow. It strengthens her feet to get out of bed, to rise, and then to move toward her very familiar living space, only to fold and melt again, like gel, in his embrace. However little or short is the endearing act he pours out onto her first moments of daybreak, it always magically warms her heart!
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Daybreak
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From the kitchen, his brewing coffee’s aroma travels light in the air and into the bedroom where she is still curled up. The aroma does not fail to pull her out of covers. Like it or not, the smell stirs her sleepy blood, and forces it to actively flow. It strengthens her feet to get out of bed, to rise, and then to move toward her very familiar living space, only to fold and melt again, like gel, in his embrace. However little or short is the endearing act he pours out onto her first moments of daybreak, it always magically warms her heart!
From the kitchen, his brewing coffee’s aroma travels light in the air and into the bedroom where she is still curled up. The aroma does not fail to pull her out of covers. Like it or not, the smell stirs her sleepy blood, and forces it to actively flow. It strengthens her feet to get out of bed, to rise, and then to move toward her very familiar living space, only to fold and melt again, like gel, in his embrace. However little or short is the endearing act he pours out onto her first moments of daybreak, it always magically warms her heart!
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