Coffee Sleeve Stories

Mountain Morning

By Dylan Manderlink

the steam from my cracked, thrift-store find mug clouds the mountains

as I wonder who buys these #1 Dad mugs earnestly.

I stay cocooned in my sleeping bag with tent doors wide open

welcoming the unwelcoming cold of the morning.

I like these mornings on my own and I know I’ll miss this nomadic living.

I look down at my coffee, the swirls of brown and white, the steam warms my face.

No one knows this is what my mornings look like. They’re just mine. I share them with

the mountains and the coffee. The constants in the chaos.

I’ll miss these mornings.

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