Shhh… Here she comes.
Early this morning
Wonder why she’s up
Man she looks
Like she slept rough
Good thing there is
Coffee from yesterday

So many cups
hope she picks me
I miss it when
She just grabs whoever
I miss
Being her bestest friend

Oh yay
She picked me
And it is a black coffee day
Cold and strong
A wake up and get going day
A pumpkin flavored day

It’s early and she slept badly
I hope everything is okay
She sips slowly at my rim
The coffee bringing her peace

Time to start the day.

(Prompt… Exercise #14, Your first 1,000 days in Wirterspark…
Write a 125 words or fewer poem or piece of fiction from the point of view of some inanimate object relating its observations of you)