Morning Coffee · 4:22pm May 11th, 2016
Rain roars endlessly, pattering against glass in droplets- pressed against it like children, looking eagerly into a candy store. They slide away in time, their fascination lost. The murmur of conversation drifts as a transparent haze, clinging to your ears like mist on a summer morn. Coffee grounds fleck the barrista's smock as he takes your half-whispered order.
A bitter aroma permeates the air. It creeps up your nose, harkening to a thousand other quiet days. You take a moment to appreciate the nostalgia, stepping out of reality for a heartbeat. A faded memory of warmth bubbles to the surface- faint laughter, a joy that you used to know.
The barrista hands you a paper mug. You take in the scent- that acrid smell of black coffee, unchanging even in a changing world.
Your usual seat, the one by the fogged window, isn't taken. Small pleasures like that can improve anybody's mood.
Easing yourself into the chair, you allow a long-held sigh to escape. You choose to look out the window, rather than the empty seat across the table. A drop of rain clings to the glass, like a memory long gone. Something warm is reflected in it.
The murmur of conversation drifts by, but it is too quiet for your liking.
Taken from my Deviantart, click here to read it there.
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Thank you for that beautifully articulated comment. 5/7, would reccomend.
3940018 You are quite welcome to it, my fellow esteemed chronicler of the many worlds in our multiverse which are populated by miniature equine-like forms of life, with their somewhat intelligent and very emotive behaviors
3940160 Esteemed?
That is a high honor for me, in all seriousness.