The pungent aroma of fresh coffee drifted through my dreams and nudged me awake. Willing myself to keep dreaming, I ignored the hot cup I knew my husband had set on the bedside table. I didn’t want to get up. I wasn’t sure why. I just knew I didn’t. I was having one of those amazing… Read More Friday Fiction – The Smell of Hot Coffee… Read More Friday Fiction – The Smell of Hot Coffee