Coffee and Tea

We're in bed, just waking up, heads and mouths too sleepy to speak.  You are sweet, getting up and turning on the kettle for me.  Thanks, baby.  You know it's hard for me to move so early.  How is it you can just get up like that?  From underneath the covers, I hear the coffee machine warming up.  Though it's young and shiny, the machine sighs like an old shopkeeper before giving you what you ordered.  A thin brown line of espresso fills your cup.  The room smells homey now.  But you know me, a tea girl to the end. Coffee and tea, you and me.  It's spring and my toes are not yet used to the stretchy warmth of freedom.  NPR on the radio, I walk out barefoot and join you in our cozy little living room. Ours, ours, ours.