Roaming Towards Myself

My first hour of the day usually starts with one or two dogs on my bed. My hair is absolute proof that the term “bed hair” was invented for a reason. Mine is that bad.
Then I make coffee and chat to my dogs. I do all the talking, which feels slightly rude on their part.
I’m not even sure coffee really wakes me up, but I’m deeply attached to my three morning cups. It’s a ritual more than anything. It’s not just about the coffee itself. It’s about the quiet, the silence before the day properly begins, and that little space to think.
I love starting my day this way, sitting with my dogs, savouring those first coffees, and enjoying the peace, even if I am basically talking to myself.