The moment my alarm goes off, I hesitate. The bed is warm, the world outside still seems untouched by the chaos of the day. But as I push aside the covers and step into the quiet, I am reminded of why I love this time of day.
There’s no rush, no emails demanding attention, no hurried footsteps outside. Just the gentle glow of the rising sun filtering through my curtains, the rhythmic ticking of the clock, and the comforting ritual of making my first cup of coffee.
I take a deep breath. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air. A sip, slow and deliberate. The warmth spreads through my body, gently nudging me into wakefulness.