That morning, i woke up to your voice telling me coffee is ready
You were standing on the terrace, framed by the window sill, stirring one of two coffee cups. I remember the steam rising from each cup, your voice blending with the sound of waves below, your hair rumpled by the sea wind..and the aroma of coffee wafting in from the window. I used to be a night person, a regular late sleeper. That morning made me a convert.