#coffeegram

[aesthetically-flora]

I hope something beautiful happens to you today ☕️💖

[galina]

Breakfast at La Cabra, NYC

[arthurgoldheart]

[deviantart: arthurgoldheart]

[fabiomontedoro]

Coffee for two

[greenbellala]

[thsc78]

Morning Coffee

It was one of those early summer mornings when the heat already clung to the air before breakfast. The city was still half asleep — but he was awake. Always a little too early, always a little too naked.

He stepped onto the balcony, completely bare, the coffee cup warm in his hand. The morning air slid over his skin like a silent caress. He closed his eyes and took a slow sip. Black coffee, strong and bitter — just the way he liked it.

Across the courtyard, behind half-drawn curtains, something moved. A flicker. A presence. Maybe a gaze.

He already knew he wasn’t alone. The woman on the third floor had her own morning ritual — though she often forgot to close the curtain all the way. Or maybe she didn’t forget at all.

He took his time. Shifted his stance, let the sunlight trace the lines of his body, every muscle relaxed, every motion effortlessly confident. He drank slowly, deliberately. Every sip a quiet performance.

He wasn’t doing anything obscene — he didn’t need to. It was enough that he stood there, naked, unbothered, completely alive. And knew someone was watching. Maybe with flushed cheeks. Maybe with a pounding heart.

[hasret-iazam]

[sleepingwiththe905]

We all agree we are living in a simulation, right?

As I lay here in my bed, and wonder about how, again, I am here. It's 4:00 am and I cannot for the life of me get my mind to just relax. Truthfully, I know why I cannot just shut down and let the feelings go. I'm anxious for tomorrow.. Well today. I made plans with some people and now the time has come for me to participate with those plans. I lie here with my eyes pressed so tightly closed, and my jaw is literally breaking my back molars from the pressure I am holding there.

I'm only 33, I shouldn't be feeling this way? Or should I? The more I wonder about how I got here, the more I wonder about how much longer I actually have here, in this moment but in overall life as well.

I mustered up the courage to send the text for the "let down". If I give them a heads up it will soften the blow and maybe once I'm done with that my mind will be at ease.

The amount of scenarios I made up in my head of how this text would be taken... Would I be called first thing when they wake up and see it? Because, I really don't want that to happen. Or,maybe I just gave them a reason to be "actually" mad at me?? Honestly, that's a whole other story on its' own. With nothing left to care with as my brain continued to be turned into mush from lack of sleep. I sent it. About 10 minutes later, there was a reply that said how it was no issue, hope I get some sleep, all is well.

The amount of over-thinking it took for me to get through this very simple interaction is the reason why I am here, in this moment. Sleepless in my Hamilton Downtown apartment, wondering.. We all agree we are living in a simulation, right??