I just love my cup of coffee in the morning. Almost as much as I love the smell of it brewing. Mmmm.
I don’t consider it a habit. It is not so much that I need it, but more that I consider it a comfortable friend.
I want it close to me. I want to feel its warmth as I grab the cup with both hands, lifting it gently to my mouth for the first taste. I want to feel the steam caress my face and breathe deep the aroma as it wafts toward my nose.
I just love my morning cup.