Sunday Regime

Wrapped in comfy throw
French vanilla streams
Scenting my coffee steam
A Sunday morning dream

Wait, I’m not ready to go
Breaths away from reality
Caffeine woke me long ago
Yet I pretend not to know

Steeping in its blissful glow
In the daydream of my esteem



Percolating beans
Slow roasted for my machine
Vitalizing coffee steams
Steaming hot liquid
Breathes energy into me
Waking up happy
One will never do
I simply must have two cups
To tackle this new day
Fully leaded drink
Mixed extra creamy and sweet
My daily retreat
Savoring each drop
Stretching the time spent sipping
Until I must go