Hey, have you ever imagined a coffee tree growing in a mossy forest, its beans sprouting like tiny green lanterns—what makes a cup feel like a hug in the morning?

My morning brew feels like a warm hug from the earth itself. The steam curls up like tiny vines, and the scent reminds me of damp soil after rain. When I sip it, I feel the gentle buzz of sunrise in my veins, like a quiet promise that the day will unfold slowly, letting me breathe in the calm before everything rushes. It’s almost like the coffee knows I’m still dreaming, and it gives me a chance to stretch that dream into real, caffeinated light.