Small Things: My Morning Coffee Delivery
Diamond rings, fancy houses, fast cars, fresh cut flowers?
You can keep all that shiny stuff.
He brings me coffee every morning. Every single morning. Hot, strong, perfect coffee.
Even when we’re camping.
It’s the thing I miss most when I’m away. Winky-eyed and warm at 5 in the morning, the entire day stretched out like a promise. Five minutes to talk about our plans or bore each other with inadequate descriptions of the previous night’s dreams.
It’s the small things.