Maybe,
It was the baby blue tinted window
Or the dark brown wood,
Of the old style chairs
Or,
Was it the warm coffee mug in my hands
Maybe,
The way the way the cafe smelled,
That sent a nostalgic feeling through my body
"Ma'am." The waitress said.
"Your Blueberry Muffin."
She places the pastry on the white cloth,
Laid down on the table
It gave off a pleasant smell
"Thank you."
"Your welcome. Come back tomorrow."
Ah,
Yes
My usual Coffee shop,
The one I come to everyday after work
Pretty,
I love everything about this old place
I hope it never changes
I left with my muffin,
After finishing my coffee
Leaving my money on the table
Hearing the bell ring as the door closes
The nice smells,
The calm colors,
And the chill atmosphere
It was nice,
To be happy
(145 Words)
A/N I think I've been a bit, harsh with my chapters. But I write how I feel most of the time, so my writing might reflect that. I hope you liked this. Bye!
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