Coffee makes us severe, and grave and philosophical.
I hate early mornings.But I love waking up with you.
Poirot thought it not quite professional to begin a routine working day before ten.
I’ll share my life with you. But, not my doughnuts.
It feels like the mornings clap their hands.To make me wake.
I wish I got a lie-in on Saturday mornings but I never do.
Never. Touch. My. Coffee.”, my voice sounded colder than meant.