April 2012
3 posts
Charlie loved coffee. The smell of the beans, the smell of it as it brewed, the creamers, and the first sip that was always too hot. His coffee maker was on an automatic timer, always ready as soon as he woke up, needing at least two cups before he could even think about starting his day.
So he’d always take his first cup back to bed with him and sit there as he enjoyed it, half naked,...
