I start my morning with coffee, always.
This morning was unusually different.
I woke up later than usual, alone.
Sunlight was beaming, it lightened the room in an unusual way.
I walked downstairs, the usual two staircases.
There was no need to switch on the kitchen light, as sunlight was beaming.
I started my usual ritual.
I put water in the kettle and put it on the stove.
I turned the gas on and waited for the water to boil.
I grabbed a cup and a filter.
There was no bag of grinded beans anymore.
I turned the gas off.
I looked around and noticed everything was unusual.
The kitchen felt lively and colourful.
Beams of the sun gave the kitchen an unusual feel.
I had no chance to do my ritual, the grind was gone.
Taking a look outside, I started feeling depressed.
All the elements to start the day in the most wonderful way, were in place.
However, the grind was gone.
I put the cup back in the cupboard.
The filter went back into its box.
This morning had to start unusual.
The grind was gone.
And so was she.