A Cup Of Coffee
It is five in the morning as I head to the veranda, wearing my favorite white-gray sweater and black jogging pants. Obscurity still covers the ambiance, only street lights and several houses giving light to the setting.
It is the morning of Christmas Day, I remember. No wonder why people are still not on their feet yet. Yeah, last night was no doubt a blast. There was even a party at the plaza with lots of food served and ballroom dancing after. It was indeed a night of happiness and liveliness at the plaza. I didn’t go though; she wasn’t there either. Instead, she preferred to have a small feast with the other house mates of the townhouse we both live in. With that, she was already contented. She was very happy last night. I saw it.
A sudden mild breeze chills me as I come back to my senses. It sure is cold during this time of the year. Unfortunately I still don’t have this someone to celebrate Christmas with. I notice some people are already up from bed preparing their Christmas breakfast, probably some leftover food from the Noche Buena last night. Haha. Even the sun is starting to get up from its slumber. It is clearly seen from where I stand.
“The sun is beautiful, isn’t it?” comes a voice belonging to a woman. It is her. Without uttering any word, I look at her for a while with my face as blank as it could be. “Would you like a cup of coffee?” she said, smiling.
