Infinite Imaginations Revealed

A cup of coffee in the rain

Daniela made a cup of strong coffee for herself, strong was a must as her memory was too strong. Her thoughts had started to cloud in her head just like the clouds outside.
It began to rain. The clouds weren't strong enough to hide her source of light, yes, the moon. She looked into the the light of that moon , slightly pulling the curtains and spoke
"It rained a lot , I'd waited a lot! Nothing happened. Then I questioned myself is it worth waiting? I found no answer.
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fter a long wait , not one fine day but one fine year I found my answer. Yes it was worth the wait. Infact I didn't know what I was waiting for , I thought it was someone , something or I had somewhere to go. But now I'm aware I was waiting for my real self to glow. Waiting for my old soul to enter that naive kid and become one real Homo sapien."

She smiles and pauses. Now her attention is drawn towards that strong cup of coffee. Gently she runs her thumb around the top of mug completing a semicircle and rubs the thumb down. Now brings all four fingers together and curls them around the coffee mug lifts it with a smile getting it close to her lips.
Again interrupted by her thoughts she returns that deep look at the moon ," When I didn't consume coffee I stared at the ceiling with my wide intense eyes as though a soul would erupt from the walls and I shall talk to them, the spirits. Because I all alone got bored lying on the bed , with one pillow under my head another curled up in between my arms. It's said children sleep a lot but I'd lost sleep then and now even with the help of coffee I can't stay awake for long. There is no logic,maybe it's peace! I rest, but honestly my brain cells are active they're talking and sending signals to my subconscious mind whispering my dreams in terms of a big picture . When I wake up they all gather and appear right in front of my eyes. I thought I needed to see a therapist, now I know it's called speed manifestation.

Then my thoughts kept me awake, now thoughts make me sleep. Maybe , no, really thoughts have changed.After that cup of coffee she continues to write in her diary and later drifts off to sleep.