Cozy in my bed
I watch her
rise
the puppy pads after her
toward the kitchen
ever hopeful
that there will be taste treats
in his future
Whirring, buzzing, clanking
emanate down the hallway
I imagine her quest for coffee
Not a coffee drinker myself
I guess at the flavor
and appeal of streaming liquid
the jolt
like an actor I try to find
the motivation for action
while cozy in bed
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