Every morning, I would roll out of bed with red hazy vision, and bits of crusty sleep still lingering in my eyes. I have never been a morning person, and waking up for me has always been difficult. Although waking up for me can be a tedious task, there is one thing in particular that never seems to fail. This is the strong and distinct smell of freshly brewed coffee.
             The rich smell of coffee has always been and still remains a favorite scent of mine. My obsession with the scent and coffee itself started when I was young. My parents were the instigators. As long as I can remember, my parents have always brewed a fresh pot of coffee in the morning. When I have first awakened, the smell is faint as it has dispersed itself throughout the house to my room. It is my wake up call, and has always lured me eagerly into the kitchen. As I pour the liquid into a coffee mug, I can feel the mug instantly grow warmer and see the hot vapor of steam trailing out of the cup. I have always tried not to spill any, as I know the touch would be scorching hot! When this would happen, I would definitely get a wake up call! The liquid is initially dark and black. It is also very bitter tasting. I, of course, do not leave it like this. When I have finished preparing my perfect cup of coffee, it is light brown with added cream and sweetened with lots of sugar.
             My parents have always known my love of coffee. As a generous gift, they have always bought me gifts of coffee packages. The coffee packages would always include my favorite type of coffee, being French vanilla. The sight of the coffee is inviting. The scent is so strong that I am fulfilled with a sense of happiness. It is the last scent I smell as I always drink a cup before I go to bed. As I pour the coffee, I hear the soothing sound it makes as the coffee hits the bottom of the cup.
             To this very day coffee continues to be a favorite scent and taste of mine. I go to bed an...