I want to make you a drink in the morning.
Not coffee- because you don’t like the caffeine-
but I think that you could be a tea drinker.
Have you ever tried a london fog?
I will make you one.

I will take the mug out of the cupboard and heat the water until the pot hisses and squeals like an old cat.
I’ll pour it into a bright blue mug and throw in 2 bags of earl gray, let it steep, and finish it off with a drizzle of honey and milk.
I’ll froth some milk, with a little bit of sugar and vanilla, and swirl it over the top like a barista at the bougie high end cafe downtown.
I’ll hand you the bright blue mug and smile as you take a sip and I’ll kiss away the foamy milk that sticks like a burr to your upper lip.

I’ll ask you if you like it and you will say,
“yes, thank you it’s wonderful”,
and I will make it for you every morning afterwards until you confess that you really were never a fan, that you just wanted to make me smile.
We will giggle at our own silly nature and I will spend my extra few minutes each morning lying with you and listening to the gentle morning rain.