When the morning comes, the sun releases it’s subtle light and I take a glance outside. My bare feet on the cold kitchen tile are keeping me awake. While I still feel a bit numb, I find comfort in sipping my cup of coffee, the first cup of gold. And before the rush I need a minute to be in touch, not with anybody else, but myself. I think, if I could just keep this peace throughout the day, though I know it won’t stay.