Dragging yourself out of bed at dawn is already a formidable challenge—prying open stubborn eyelids, untangling yourself from the cocoon of blankets, and convincing your groggy brain that today is worth facing. Yet the ordeal doesn’t end there. The moment the cold floorboards greet your feet, reality strikes: you still have to embark on that slow, bleary‑eyed pilgrimage down the hallway, across the living room, and into the kitchen just to brew the first life‑saving cup of coffee. The prospect of fumbling for filters, measuring grounds with shaky hands, and waiting—impossibly awake—for that aromatic drip to finish can feel less like a simple morning routine and more like an exhausting mini‑expedition before the day has even begun.