A Rare Hot Coffee Moment

They’ve just left,

the house is finally quiet.

Sitting here,

one hand holding

the handle of my coffee mug.

One hand hugging its toasty side.

Enjoying the warmth in my palms,

I take a sip

of the creamy, frothy mixture.

Holding the mug to my nose,

I inhale deeply

and enjoy the smoky, caramel aroma.

I close my eyes for a second

and take in the precious silence.

With each sip,

I become more relaxed.

No TV.

No music on.

The only sound,

a clock ticking.

Just a rare instance,

with only

myself for company.

For once, I feel

at peace.

☕

I drink the last mouthful.

The coffee now lukewarm.

The aftertaste,

both bitter and sweet,

lingers on my tongue.

A smooth dry sensation

circulates around my mouth.

☕

And then I hear it.

The harsh crash

of the garage door opening

snaps me back to reality.

My family returning.

Time to get up.

Mouths to feed.

Clothes to wash.

But I feel the strength

to navigate it now.

☕

Later this afternoon,

this moment will be

echoing in my mind.