Steam curls from the cup like a quiet thought, Morning loosens its grip on the clock. A spoon rings once, a small silver bell, Calling me back to myself. The world pauses between sips, Emails asleep, worries blinking. Coffee tastes like permission, To breathe without a plan. Sunlight practices on the table, Learning how to be gentle. I sit with nothing urgent, Except the warmth in my hands. Time thins, just enough, For a smile to stretch. Outside, life rehearses loudly, Inside, I stay unscheduled. One sip more, then courage, One sip less, then calm. This break knows my name, And lets me rest in it.
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