This morning my "little thing" is a cup of coffee.  Each morning my eyes spring open, only to know that only one story below me  below me, in the kitchen,  awaits the beautiful brown liquid that makes my eyes open, my taste buds soar and my body begin to function.  I fill my cup and smell the aroma of the java.  It steams in my cup as I move lithely to the fridge for the cream.  As I pour the cream into the cup, I watch the colour change from blackness to a warm browness.  It is ready....and so am I.