Angel

Drip, drip, drip...a sound of morning.
The smell permeates the air, inviting me.

Chin in hand, staring, through sleepy eyes,
waiting for that last drop...plink, there it is!

I slumber over and get a cup from the cupboard.
Why didn't I have this ready? Still asleep I was.

Cream, I need my cream. French Vanilla is my choice.
Powder or liquid...it matters not, just have it.

Pouring it in the cup, I can almost taste it...so close!
Stirring the mix, watching the swirl, it is ready.

I sit, elbows on table, both hands circling the cup,
it's warming my hands, I raise it to my lips, and close my eyes.

The hot liquid fills my mouth and runs down my throat.
A swallow of adrenalin to start my day. I have my fix.

Finally, the smile! It's going to be a good day.

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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer.
~Albert Camus

J.R.V.A.

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

Lebell

ditto

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"Of all tyrannies, a tyranny exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end, for they do so with the approval of their own conscience." – C. S. Lewis

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