In Plain Sight, July 28, 2025. 383 words

As a person who is blind, I occasionally run into others who take advantage of my good nature. But, I didn’t expect this behavior from my husband.
One of our morning routines is seeing who gets the coffee. First one up checks the coffee maker to bring two cups of fresh hot brew to the bedroom. We sip, savor that first cup while we talk. The brewing cycle commences before we awake. The aroma of the brewing and the beeping of the timer signals it is ready.
Lately, John has limited himself to one mug of coffee a day. I usually finish the other two cups. Until, we bought some flavored amaretto beans. It’s enticing aroma brings us out of sleep with a delightful scent.
Yesterday, I poured my second cup in the afternoon. Placing the mug in the microwave, I went back to the office. In a short time I returned for my warm cup. It was gone. I recalled putting the cup in to heat. I didn’t recall retrieving it. I have been known to lose items, but never warm coffee.
Retracing my steps to the bedroom, office and the kitchen- No coffee! The lingering aroma of the hot drink hung in the air.
Meanwhile, John was making himself hot chocolate. Opening the microwave door, he smelled the amaretto coffee deciding to have that instead. Putting two spoonfuls of creamer in the mug, he sipped my coffee while remarking,”Now you know how I feel when I think I have an acccurate memory.” He continued drinking the coffee while I searched.
Finally, I gave up and retrieved another mug from the shelf. I finished the pot. The whole time, John continued to enjoy the coffee and the joke.
This morning he confessed that He was going to make coco but upon opening the microwave, the aroma coming from the coffee tempted him. I better make more coffee until this bag of beans is gone!

***. Poem
Coffee an acrostic poem
Coming out of sleep, I smile.
Odor of brewed coffee tickles my nose.
For a moment, I Lay quietly, waiting.
First one up, John returns with two mugs.
Each sips, savoring the hot drink.
Every morning, the routine is repeated, for the last thirty three years.
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copyrighted 7/28/25