Bouquet

Morning Dew

Concept: make your morning sound as 'aesthetic' as possible

I rose from my crisp white sheets, wearing an old oversized t-shirt which cascaded over me. My hair falls in my face, and inhale a brief whiff of roses as I try to brush it behind my ear. The cold floor tantalised my bare feet, my breaths exiting my lips as a winter mist as I make my way to the kitchen. As my feet hit tile, I walk over to the life-giving coffee machine. I pour the caffeinated drink into a cold ceramic mug which arouses itself into warmth. Steam as delicate as fairie wings floats upward before disappearing, giving off a magical scent which widened my eyes and lifted the leftover-sleep from my heavy shoulders. I then grabbed a piece of bread -soft as satin- and proceeded to butter it. The warm melted butter slid over the soft surface, giving off a delightful aroma. I then grabbed my cup of coffee and my baguette and walked over to my grey couch which was strewn with cushions and a soft blanket. I dropped my still-sleeping body on the couch, enveloped myself in the warm blanket, placed my cup and plate on my glass table and grabbed the book that lay there. I absorbed the poetic words, occasionally taking sips of caffeine and nibbles from my bread, watching the sun pour into my room with tints of orange and hues of yellow, the glow warming my awaking face.

I laid there, content.