So, You Have Paws?

Autumn leaves, rain, Lana del Rey and Cinnamon

^^^ Town
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My well earned hours of free period were spent in Town. I didn't really want to come back down to school after coffee for Literature class but I am not the kind of gal to skip lessons.

The walk up the hill to the coffee shop was steep but the stamina and work heated up my body, keeping me warm against the autumn chill. I could see my breath in the air as I admired the blanket of fog over the hill. The scene was beautiful. It was almost like something out of a movie. One thing I love about England is the beautiful cobbled streets and stone walls that always look like they are going to fall over. The imperfections reminded me of the small town that I was in and provide a much needed homely feel. Boarding school would always be more of a home than "home" ever was.

I took a step to the side of the pavement to catch my breath and admire the beauty of the town whilst other members of the public whisked past. I could stand there for hours and watch life go by. Sometimes I find that the only joy in my life comes from admiring life at a distance - A distance where I didn't have to interact with others or hear them complaining about crap that just didn't warrant complaining. Sure! I sulk about my lack of coffee but if life is unfair then I usually lift my chin up and push through. People don't need to know that I don't have enough time to do my homework or that my legs ache or that life is too hard. No. You shut up, look forward and get the fuck on with life. People nowadays complain far too much and it is so irritating. Just know that somewhere within a two mile radius there is someone far worse off than you are. I'm sure you will cope babes.

At a distance, without the shrill of stupid people, you begin to realise that life is beautiful. I stand there and watch an old couple totter by, children running past, their eyes filled with joy and young people walking hand in hand. In love.

I carried on with my journey to coffee and as I reach the doors of the shop, pushing it open to hear the ding of the bell, my senses feel alive once again. I was welcomed by the drilling sound of coffee machines, clanking of cups and chatter of busy people. That was until Bella almost took me out with a hug.

" My darling! My sweet girl! I missed you. Come take a seat." She said ushering me out of the doorway and into the warmth she sat me in my favourite seat: the corner of the shop sandwiched between the fireplace and bookshelf. 

"How were the holidays my dear. I missed you so."

"They were great Bella. I missed you and your coffee of course."

Bella was like my grandmother. She was so dear to me and I missed her comfort whenever I went home in the holidays. My family lacked a lot of that: warm familial love. Perhaps that is why I am often such a cold person to be around. Sure I had a witty, sarcastic sense of humour that offers hours of entertainment but I have little to offer in a relationship other than that.

"My darling, what would you like? We can catch up later if you would like. I am sure you won't tell me much but I have cinnamon buns to tempt the secrets out of you." She said this with her evil smirk that made me chuckle. She walked behind and dimmed the bright light of the corner to a dimmer and more natural warm glow just how I liked it.

"Can I have a latte please."
She leant down to give me a peck on the cheek and followed with the words " of course my sweet."

She walked away and I was left to my own peace and quiet. I sat in the comfy sofa and stared out the window, my attention flicking between the autumnal view and the flicker of the fireplace. I felt so at peace in that moment but something about the cafe was different. She brought my coffee over and I thanked her again.

"have you changed something since I have been gone? The atmosphere of the place feels .... different." It was true. The place gave me a new, warmer feeling. I even felt a bit tingly in the stomach and slightly on edge. It was a good feeling.