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Oh … I am not a morning person.

Before my morning caffeine fix, I am a walking zombie.
 
On days that I have free time in the morning,
that magical time for you to do that thing that set your soul on fire.
I brew a fresh coffee at home using a French Press.
 
Brewing a fresh coffee at home using a French Press has become so therapeutic to me.
A strong and dark 100% Arabica roasted ground coffee has found its way to my palates, and my taste buds keep wanting more of it ever since.
 
Oh, that aroma …
That aromatic smell fills my lungs and  
brings me back to life from my every morning zombie state.
 
One sip of that freshly brewed coffee takes me to new heights.
At times, the taste of black coffee takes me on cloud 9, and forget how hot it is,
only after I come back to my sense, I realize that my poor tongue has been burnt a little.
 
It is so majestic holding in my hand a cup or a mug of that freshly brewed black coffee and sipping it constantly until I get that caffeine fix. It automatically puts my mind in order,  
and start looking forward to conquering the day ahead.
 
A new life chapter is on the horizon, and it calls me to become a morning person.
For now, it is you Coffee, Morning Sunshine, and Fresh Air that I look forward to meeting every day to get ready to start the day.
Written by soul_on_fire
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Author's Note
Taking first flight, and reminiscing about my love for coffee.
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