The Rain
I LOVE the rain, but sometimes i miss the su… No. I love the rain. (coming back)
I LOVE the rain, but sometimes i miss the su… No. I love the rain. (coming back)
TIME FOR one last cup. I still dream of coffee. I still dream of dipping my fingers in eddies of swirling froth and suffer the distant warmth fading with the passing of time. I still jump out of bed with a start, disoriented, roused by a whistling kettle that’s never there, struggling with tangled sheets, hoping to catch a…