It's the way you wake up and your hair is already flawlessly curling around your shoulders.

It's the smell of breakfast sizzling quietly on the stove as your mother dances around the house singing loudly.

It's the string of green lights leading you to work.

It's the perfect parking spot, the one right at the end of the parking lot with the perfect amount of shade.

It's the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the smiles of your co-workers as you don your apron and prepare to get to work.

It's the nice lady in the drive thru who compliments your hair as you hand out her quad iced venti latte.

It's the playlist that, for once doesn't berate your ears with the abrasive sounds of country music.

It's the texts from friends, asking to hang out after work.

It's the snapchat from your old co-workers.

It's the sweet taste of your new coffee invention sliding down your throat, rejuvenating your tired body.

It's the man who tips you $10 after you give him a free cup of coffee.

It's the smile of the dogs that come through the drive thru with their families. Lapping at cups of whipped cream as if it's the most exciting thing they'll do all day.

It's the milk you spilled all over the counter you spent 10 minutes deep cleaning and bleaching.

It's the coffee you had to remake three times because it "just wasn't quite right".

It's the break you had to miss because the store is so busy.

It's the trash bag that ripped open right as you were throwing it in the bin.

It's the bruise that's forming on your knee after you slipped in a puddle of water in the back.

It's the rude teenagers who order complicated frozen drinks and giggle at the pain in your face as they walk away without tipping.

It's the look on your face as you survey the lobby after a days worth of customers have neglected their mess and left the place completely trashed.

It's the hurt in your bones as you drag yourself out of work and to your car.

It's the constant sight of red lights that keep you from getting home.

It's the taste of old food hardly satisfying your rumbling stomach.

It's the disappointment of your friends as you text them to let them know that you can't hang out. Your're too tired.

It's the painful task of washing and drying your clothes so you can go to work the next day without smelling like sweat and old coffee.

It's the feel of a cold shower running down your body after all the hot water ran out.

It's the scratchy feel of your sheets as you try to get comfortable.

It's the sleep that refuses to come.

It's the bright flash as your phone lights up.

It's the excited text from a friend, reminding you that tomorrow is a new day.

It's the little things that we let under our skin that can make or break our day.