Morning Coffee
Amidst pastels of a morning haze — hazelnut smell, heat, vapor, sound of waterfall. It's a coffee fall, hitting the dead end inside the mug, mini tsunami vibrating through ceramic out into my hands, my shoulders, whole body, which is unwilling to shake off the sleep. It is from there, from inside the coffee mug that dreaminess magically flies away, spooked back into the disorderly pillows, back into a cozy corner in a bedroom. I make another sip, I am new.
© Copyright: Гульнара Элрод Умарбекова, 2021
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