Stolen Coffee
As usual, I wake up at 5:15am, every day of the week.
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
Some mornings I eat breakfast before I work out with my trainer at the gym starting at 6:00am. Some mornings I take my 3-mile brisk walk around the park starting at 5:20am. Some mornings I do some at-home fitness. Some mornings, after breakfast, I’ll have coffee. To prepare that coffee, I first start boiling water in a blue kettle. While the water in the blue kettle is heating up, I pour the whole beans (Usually of single origin) into my bean grinder. I then grind the beans for about 20 seconds. After which I pour the ground coffee beans into one of my three French presses. The blue kettle whistles to let me know when the water has come to a boil. I turn off the flame and I pick up the blue kettle. I then pour the boiling water from the blue kettle into one of my three French presses. Then I place the plunger and top of the French press in place, but don’t yet plunge it downwards. I let the coffee sit and sit. Then when I think of it, usually, I’d say, 5-10 minutes of seeping, I plunge the filter downwards in the beaker of one of my three French presses.
My coffee smells delicious.
The scent alone rattles my insides.
With notes of rich smoky chocolate.
I pour my hot coffee into a huge 16oz white mug that has the letters “coffee” on one side. I’ve always wondered why it was spelled “coffee” and not “Coffee” with a capital letter “C.” I’m convinced this mug holds more than 16oz. I love this mug so much. So much that I bought two of them, out of, perhaps, irrational fear, that one mug would break one day. Years later, I found the mug again and purchased two more. I now own four of them. All are operational, not broken, and continue to bring joy in my life every day of the week.
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
I was alarmed today.
Someone stole my coffee.
My coffee was gone.
And gone was my coffee.
© 2025 David Greg Harth
25.04.24.08:31:09@130BklynNYC