sitting on the train, awake but not yet thinking/worrying,
i think my coffee tastes at its best.
that was for sure the case yesterday.
because i also took some slices of bread + cheese with me.
tasted like milk and honey.
like heavenly breakfast.
and it was just cheese and not-so-fresh-bread.
and the coffee doesn't stay hot. it's rather lukewarm (wat een vreemd woord)
because it's in a plastic cup.
strange.
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