Creative Essay

Morning Ritual

The ritual begins with a staggering walk down the stairs. I walk down in my ceremonial robes from the night before. As I enter the room where the ceremony happens, the lights turn on with stunning brightness.

My hands quiver as I heat the sacred water in the kettle. The steam fogs up my glasses as I reach over for the sacrificial beans. I open the bag and the harsh bitter smell instantly wakes me up. I carefully grind the beans and pour them into the filter. They wait there for the marriage. I pour the now simmering water over the beans and a symphony arises from my cup as the two marry.

I walk over to the frozen tundra land of Refrigerator and carefully pluck a bottle of creamer from the shelf. The white liquid swirls into the deep pot of amber fluid. It creates a tiny galaxy for a split second.

A gift from the land of Pantry is bestowed upon my mixture. The sweetness begins to overtake the hash flavor of the beans. This is not always the case as it depends on the type of beans.

I slowly take a sip of the essence of life. I instantly am comforted by warm liquid coursing through my body, delivering energy to every cell that makes up my body. I take another sip and think about what a great day it will be now that I have completed the morning ritual.