I stared blankly at the white ceiling above me. The blinds and curtains are blocking my view of the sun— preventing me from knowing the time. Is it morning? Is it time for lunch? I faced my left to see the small clock on top of the bedside table.

Huh. Guess it's time for a cup of coffee.

I stood up from my bed and slipped a pair of indoor slippers and then went out of my room. Still sleepy, I waited for my hot water to be done before grabbing my white mug, a teaspoon, and a jar of black coffee grounds.

I yawn as I pour the hot and boiling liquid into my mug. I, then, got five teaspoons of grounds and combine them.

Nothing beats hot coffee in the morning.

With my pajamas, I stayed in the balcony of my penthouse watching the bridge not too far from where I am.

I sighed.

A few days from now, I'll be getting married.

I sip on my coffee and feel the morning breeze gently hitting my face.