Waking up this morning was refreshing. All negative thoughts were out the window.
Today is a Saturday, around this time is usually when I get ready and start heading down to the little cafe. At the small cafe, I work on some simple drawings while also blasting music through my headphones. It's really simple and truly relaxing.
There are some people who recognize me but that's rare. Most of the time they see I am busy and just take pictures from afar. Which is nice. There is still a little bit of privacy, at least.
I finally roll out of bed and head to my door throwing it open lazily. Wobbling out through the hallway to the kitchen. I get a glass from the cabinet, open the fridge, grab the water container and pour some for me, myself and I.
While sipping some of the water. I see the house phone which is blinking, indicating there are some voicemails I should probably listen to. I roll my eyes and finish the water and head back to my room to get clothes and a shower.
•40 Minutes later•
I am walking down the street going to the little cafe to work. I have my little sketchbook and a few pencils. I also already have my playlist on shuffle.
I hum along to the song and run my hand through my still damp hair. I see the cafe in the distance.
Once I get closer I see people outside screaming and talking to each other. I pay no attention to them. I gently push through the screaming girls and boys.
Once I reach the door one of the cafe workers see me through the crack of door. They to let me in after talking to security. All of a sudden everyone behind me starts pushing. I swerve in through the door. Before any crazy people can get in the worker slams the door shut. Security comes over and blocks the entrance to the cafe.
I huff and just shake my head. I turn around and slowly but confidently walk up to the register and order my tea as well as a slice of vanilla cream pie.
She tells me it will be ready in a few and go take a seat. I thank her and walk over to a bench with a small table. My usual spot.
While walking past some people I can hear their conversation die down and turn to me. Watching me like, almost prey. I walk past and over to the table and sit down.
I start taking my sketchbook and three pencils out, setting them nicely down and start working on what I have already started on the other day when I was here.
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Five minutes later and the waiter sets down my tea an pie. I smile and thank her. I set down my pencils.
I take a small sip of the coffee. I feel it travel down my throat making me feel warm all over. I smile, again. I tilt my focus over to the pie and quickly take a bite. Sighing in happiness.
A shadow is casted over me. Confused, so I turn around slowly. I am met with a person clothed with a black button-up shirt. My eyes travel up.
