Love, Poetry, & Coffee

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My whole body feels relax as the early morning sun ray makes its way through my bedroom window. It's an automatic body response as the first ray of sunshine rests on my still-closed eyes to wake up immediately. New day, new sky-and new coffee-ever the same and ever evolving through time, the embodiment of the moment and the eternal entwined. Stretching my limbs as far as I can until I hear a faint snap from one of my arms. Holy, I must have had a great nap to make that faint snap as I stretch.

Sitting up slowly from my bed, not risking my eyes to travel through a wormhole. Seriously, why does it do that? I was about to reach in for my phone on the bedside table to do a quick search, but the faint tweets and chirps from my window distracted me. The dominion of the birds tweeting and chirping, for they in bright feathered plume are so very in love with the sunrise. As everyone said, "The early bird catches the worm". For my situation, it's "The early man gets his coffee". This morning feels like a promise that's been kept, and because of that feeling, might as well fulfill the promises I did last night. But first, coffee.

I make my way to the bathroom across my bedroom door. To start a beautiful morning, got to have a wonderful hygiene. Turning on the faucet, cupping some water on both of my hands and splashing it on my morning face. I got to get rid of those eye gunk-or in my words, morning star because they feel like sharp stars that's resting in my eyelids each waking morning-before heading out, of course. Part of me is wondering how did all that morning star form throughout the night? Another thing to search on the internet.

Grabbing my toothbrush from the wooden cup, then applying toothpaste onto the brush. Of course, I take my hygiene very seriously. I'm a human person, and I don't have any reason and explanation not to have a hygiene. The thought makes me wonder about those people who have a toxic masculinity. It's just proper hygiene, it ain't gay. Shaking my head slowly, fighting the urge to chuckle as I thoroughly brush every tooth I have in my mouth.

A memory had entered my brain as I stare myself in the mirror, still brushing my teeth. There's that debate on the internet whether the foam from the toothpaste should stay on the teeth for a while or just wash it away. I could try to let the foam stay in my mouth since it said that's just fluorine, and it's healthy for the teeth, but I prefer not to waste my whole morning to tasting the toothpaste throughout the morning. And most importantly, I don't want it to mix in with my coffee. So, mouthwash is a handy thing to have.

Untwisting the little cap as I spit out the toothpaste foam in my mouth while I carefully pour the mouthwash in the little cap. The little cap acts like a measurement cup for the right amount of mouthwash a person could put in their mouth. It's for us to not risk destroying our taste buds. I've learned that from the time I had my first mouthwash, but there are monsters out there who drinks it straight from the bottle. The thought of it just sends chills in my spine, as if a ghost just decided to phase through me.

As I spit out the substance in my mouth, I caught myself staring deeply at my reflection. Something about the person in the mirror feels different. The mirror acts as an original instant photograph of a person in front of it, but this person looks different and feels odd. Something about today makes me feel different from my usual self. I tend to look past my own mental mask through the mirror, but for some reason, the broken person behind the mask is very blurry, instead the clear thing I can see is a person with hope. Also, a person with stubble. I could shave, but it's not that time of the week just yet, so I'll let it grow for now.

On the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the shower head. I usually take showers in the morning, but today is a weird one. I feel different and look different, and I want to avoid risking having a deep internal monologue during my shower. That'll just give me existential crisis so early in the morning. It's not that I'm avoiding learning deeply about myself, it's because I have a lot to do later. I still have to fulfill my own promise today about visiting the local bookstore. I'll just change my clothes, I prefer not to be seen by people that I've worn the same clothes again.