Lying down, my back on my pillow,
Light-brown liquid hovers in my peripheral view
The aroma of dark roast coffee
It's home, a coral blue mug
I place it on my chest
It pulsates, rhythmically, and the light-brown waves toss back and forth
Reminding me that life is never smooth and calm
That my heart still beats and I must go on
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