Wandering Minds (collection of short stories)

The Cafe

She walks in and the aroma of strong, freshly brewed coffee hits her. She's wrapped in the warmth of the cafe after escaping the freezing streets. All she carried with her was her backpack that contained a book, the letters, and her music. That was all she needed. Bright twinkle lights hung over the entry and she spotted the stairs that led to the loft. Cautiously she made her way up to the loft and went to one of the back tables. She set her bag down and pulled out one of the metal chairs. She sat down and took it all in. Here she was, on a Sunday evening, alone. It was the simplest thing ever, yet it was her dream. Being here was perfect. A small, quiet yet beautiful cafe. This was what she wanted her life to contain. Going to cafes, writing poems, loving life. Simplicity.