

This morning started with me spilling coffee on the table - a puddle like an accidental art object 🌟 But now it's not just the arabica that's bitter on my lips, it's the thought, "What if you walked in right now, smiled and wiped the drop away with your finger..." And I'd bite the edge of the cup so as not to give away how my skin trembles. But it's only the first cup - it's still a long day ☕✨