There is nothing that a warm cup of coffee cannot fix. It's not true, but doesn't it sound nice? I have gained an extra hour in the day today, and what am I doing with my unexpected gift of sixty minutes? Sipping on a nice, warm cup of coffee.
I am lounging on a firm, black chair that seems to become more uncomfortable by the minute. The cold air from my left swirls around me playing with my now cold, damp hair. My throat is kept warm by the simple cup in front of me that keeps renewing the warmth to my mouth every few seconds. And so, I sit. I lean and squirm. I push and wiggle in this so called chair while my gift ticks away. It's almost gone and what do I have to show?
Aha. That's right. I do have something to show. This. These words, letters, and thoughts. They all add to the page that is a trace of blue.
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