Cold Brew in the Morning
a poem, yet not a sonnet.
It’s a bit of blessing to be a writer; I get to choose my hours. The other side of that is the hours will occasionally choose you, so when I wake up after 90 minutes of sleep at 12:34, I sometimes have to creep downstairs and sit at my laptop.
This piece, however, is a true story that came to me in a morning. I couldn’t not get it down on paper fast enough.
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