Cozy Kitchen Morning with the Coffee, Cat and Memories

Mornings in my kitchen always start a little slower for me.
Not in a romantic way, just… in the way things take their time when no one is asking for anything yet. The window is still cool from the night, the cat is already busy inspecting every corner she’s already inspected a thousand times, and I’m trying to wake up enough to trust my own balance while climbing onto the counter.

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The Rory dress feels almost like a private and cute joke with myself.
Coffee words all over it — cappuccino, latte, mocha — as if the fabric knows exactly what kind of person I am before I even touch the mug. A tiny nod to all those gilmore-ish mornings I grew up with, where coffee was basically a personality trait. I didn’t plan on referencing it today, but I couldn´t resist.

My pink mug warms against my fingers, and that alone feels like a reason to pause.
Nothing dramatic. Just one of those little objects that becomes part of your routine without asking for permission. I didn’t expect it to fit so perfectly into this scene — counter under my legs, hair still messy, socks slipping a little — but it does. It feels like mine

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I pour another cup mostly because I like the sound of it hitting the ceramic.
The kitchen smells like something familiar: not the coffee, but the quiet settling in before the day starts. The kind of atmosphere where even the smallest thing — a cookie, a warm sleeve, the cat pretending to ignore me — feels a bit more noticeable.

I stay there longer than necessary.
Not to be dramatic about it — just because it feels good. Because the dress is comfortable, the mug is warm, and the moment is uncomplicated in a way I wish mornings always were.