Every morning my husband does the same thing, he gets up early, makes coffee, waits for the newspaper to be delivered (yes, he gets up THAT early) and then he sits down in his chair by the living room window to enjoy his paper with his coffee and a biscotti as the sun rises.
I know this not because I witness it but because every morning I walk into the living room and see the paper on the floor by the chair, his empty coffee cup and the biscotti wrapper on the little table by the chair.