Unknown to the Person I Am

Coffee Shop

The alarm goes off. The continuous ringing fills the room. Her eyes slowly open, but they wish to be shut. She sighs, as she ponders of being able to lay in her bed forever. The covers keep her safe and urging her to stay here forever. Then her bed would swallow her whole and she'd fall into another universe. Sane people would tell her to snap out of it and stop thinking such silly thoughts. She gets up and gets ready. Stepping into the tub and undoes her robe. Turning the tap to let the water run and greet her. 

Snug sweater and tights with her hair down and black shoes. She munches on her strawberry, trying to plan her day. She could go out, part of her desires to go out, but more of her shifts towards staying inside. She just sits there by the window, deciding what to do. Almost done her strawberry, she decides to go out. Staying in the house all the time won't do her any good. Grabbing her messenger bag on the way out and heading out to her favorite coffee shop by the corner of her street.

Opening the door the bell rings notifying the workers another customer has entered. She gently waves to a few of the workers. Being a regular at the shop makes her recognizable to them. She goes to the cashier not needing to speak and gives the cashier the money and in return gets a number for her table. Which happens to be empty, like it was waiting for her to come. She sits where her back faces the wall and the sunlight splashing her table. Places the number on the right hand corner. Taking out her notebook and a pen to match. Then she unravels her earphones because she preferred the beat of the music than the voices of others. Her latte comes. She gives a warm smile as a gratitude to the worker as she puts on her earphones. Her latte comes with a heart. Her lips twitch to a smile before she starts her music . Her ears greet the music as the beat pulses. She sips onto her drink as she reaches for her pen. Her fingers fidget with the pen and she opens the notebook. Unsure what to write onto the picture perfect notebook. She takes another sip, but with the imbalance of perfection her drink spills onto the notebook. Everything went slow, like it was in slow motion, she could hear the sound as the spill of her coffee touched the paper. Like fire and ice.

She stares at the splatter on the perfect paper that was meant to be decorated with the ink from her pen. Her finger prods the fresh splatter and it grows as it leads into new directions. Not caring of the mess because once that splatter hit it just ruined everything. She slowly starts to dig into the paper wanting to rip it into shreds. "So ugly," she whispers, but it wasn't a whisper, her words were much louder, but she didn't realize it with the music pulsing. Her song fades and she's about to rip the paper, when she hears the voice, "It's beautiful."

She stops, fear paralyzing her from moving, but she hears the soft tone of breathing coming beside her. Slowly she lifts her head to see the unknown.