Morning Coffee

As the sun quivers its first ray, the smell of morning coffee fills the apartment. All waits in silence on my desk; a pen, pile of papers and the cup of coffee. My mind starts to fling away the blanket of sweet dreams and put on spectacles of the narrator, till the ideas fit in their places into my mind. And then, I pour out my feelings on the blank sheet with no more over thinking.

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