She is cold.
There is a barely there light filtering through the window.
The cold and the sliver of light are enough to awaken Nina's body.
Her mind is slow to follow; too busy manifesting a way to get warm and perhaps
lure her body back to sleep is all the mind can handle.
Somewhere between asleep and the opposite; Nina heard a noise. And then, the familiar aroma of a most decadent pleasure wafted throughout the space. The excitement, the growing expectation, the taste was nearly dancing her tongue.
Nina's mind and body are now fully engaged for soon she knew the door would creak open and Adrienne would sidle close to the bed, gently set down the tray with the steaming cups . . .
After everything that happened last night, Nina had to have that cup of coffee this morning.
She is warm now.
**meant to publish on the 29th the birthday of my blog in honor of my pal, Nina. Happy belated birthday to Middle Girls and to Nina.
