A Bitter Sip of Coffee to Start Her Day

"Good morning!" she says that to herself as she stretches her body, still on bed.
Here is another morning.
This is one of those kind of morning she always hate, but she bets she got used to it already.

The girl opens a thin curtain and a window besides her bed; to let the ray of the sun make an entrance into the whole room. Enlighten her  baby blue walls with such a warm light.
Back there outside the window, an image of a broad landscape; with soft blue sky, a slow paced flow river, neighbor houses and some old people, shows up. Sounds of birds waft out through the narrow spaces  of the window.

She smiles. She loves it. Especially when the fresh air touch her face.
Nothing wouldn't ever beat this morning view. Its beauty just feels pure and sincere, she thinks.

That was actually how she depicted people who were being nice to her.
She thought they expected nothing from her. Like the birds who sing beautifully for the world, without asking for any feedback.

No, they didn't, she mumbles. Not all of them.
She used to think that meeting people and simply being friends was that easy.
She used to think when a guy care for her so much, it meant he loved her not because she made him pleased, but because she was just her.

Then God finally showed her how hurt she could be if she were way too naive.
This is a cruel world. With cruel people who seems nice.
It's hard but she gotta accept that fact.

And several hours later, the beauty of her morning will fade.
Also, the morning will shift itself to a situation when people starts whinning, being mad to everything and hurting each other.

She moves herself to the kitchen, going to make a glass of espresso.

She wants a bitter sip of coffee to start her day.