As I wake up in the morning I am greeted by the bright light coming through the window, so bright it could blind your eyes. I find it very difficult to open my eyes, trying to adjust to light so bright as a lightening strike. I eventually force myself to do so when the smell of freshly brewed coffee hits my nostrils. The aroma so strong it could wake up the entire neighbourhood. As my feet hit the floor I could feel the hairs in body stand as my feet touch the cold ceramic floor. I take a moment to process everything in and eventually drag my feet across the floor as the aroma leads me to the kitchen to get a caffeine boost for the slow yet busy day ahead.

I get in the kitchen and go straight to the reason why I woke up. I take the kettle with its contents inside and immediately salivate at the mere thought of how deeply rich in taste/flavour it will be. I pour myself a cup and I am immediately hit by the sweet taste of just the right amount of coffee and sugar. Right there and then I knew my day had just started. After I have gulped down the coffee in a matter of minutes I quickly rush to bathroom and turn on a cold shower to awaken all my senses to get ready for the day. I realise I only five minutes to get ready and jolt out of the door to at least make it on time for my first class. 
 

That didn’t really work out too well as I was 15 minutes late and trying to understand and catch up with what my lecturer was on about seemed like yet another mission. Nothing seemed to be getting in and no matter how hard I tried to make sense of everything I seemed to get even more lost. I eventually got lost in thought and all I could think about was the sweet aroma of the coffee I had in the morning and couldn’t wait to get a taste of it again. I attended the rest of my lectures with eagerness and couldn’t wait till the last minute to rush out and head home.

All I could think about on my way home is what I could pair the coffee with to seal my day and call it a day. I don't think I have ever experienced so much pain as to the pain I felt when I found the kettle empty with no coffee inside and not even a single trace of the aroma. I could feel my heart die just a little bit and decided to retire to my bedroom and nurse my heart from the heartbreak. I went to bed with a heavy heart and drifted off to sleep thinking about the coffee I had in the morning.