A winter morning. It’s 6.00 a.m. I’m under my comforter. The softness and warmth here make me want to stay here all day, under the covers, hidden and hibernating. And I keep asking myself to find some beautiful excuses to stay here all day. No way! Something more important is waiting for me now, waiting in a nice bag with a cute bow in the kitchen, waiting just for me.

I get off my bed and step on my comfy grey woolen flip flops. Looking at my feet, I realize the cold atmosphere left my skin thirsty for moisture. But no, I have much more important to do. I go to my bathroom and brush my teeth. The small open window gave me chills as the wind blew through my spines. As I wash my face, the ice-cold water freezes my skin. I need warm hugs! I know the exact thing I need now. I get out and get my crepe pink cardigan. Ahh! It’s warm here.

I walk towards the bedside table to get my glasses and then enter the kitchen. The morning birds have started singing outside. The sun is still dreaming. I get my kettle, fill it with that same ice-cold water that I used a while ago to wash my face, and then I let it boil. I feel the warmth of the flames as I put my hands near it. Where are you, my love? I breathe the air of satisfaction as I watch the coffee bag sitting on the kitchen countertop. I take the dark brown coffee bean and grind them. Putting the coffee beans in my new clear kettle, I watch the coffee slowly blending in the boiling water. It’s just like magic in a kettle. The smell of the coffee tickles my nose and attracts me toward it. I get my special edition coffee mug and pour the hot coffee in it. The aroma from the black coffee warmed my heart. I hold the mug and went to my desk. I sit down and open the final chapter of ‘Wuthering Heights’. Taking a sip of my coffee, I look at my window and see the sun peeking through all that mist. A perfect winter morning! I open the book and start reading as I take a sip of that coffee. Every sip of that magical drink is making me grateful for every drop of water I used in this coffee. What a feeling! The perfect thing any coffee lover and bookworm would ever want on a chill winter morning like this. I feel myself dissolving in those pages, words, and letters of the book. Soon, even before I realize I get lost in the forest of words, the world of books, my imagination, deep thoughts in my mind. So, I’m sitting with some deep thoughts, a mug of coffee that is still warm, a good book on a cold winter morning.