Lost in October
We sat in a quaint coffee shop somewhere on the East End. My companion sat across from me quietly reading a book while playing with her cup absently. My coffee was too hot to drink, so I waited, drawing a picture of a creature. She seemed uncertain as to why I often gazed at her, watching contently, simply enjoying her presence. Her left wrist; adorned with several silver bracelets, danced elephants amongst gemstones across the shining bands.
Page 106, Paul Bowels: International Zone. Perhaps a good read. She assured me that it was.
Interesting patronage, mostly people who enjoy coffee I would assume.
Rolling Stones-like music played over the speaker system. Comfy leather couch and chairs by the large front window. Maybe I'll massage her gently to sleep again tonight.
108, the book looks to be about 300 pages long.
People with a baby walked past, they looked a little old to have just conceived. I felt a bit tired and decided to take a seat on the couch. I noticed the door was brushed steel with a letter slot. Also, that they accept Visa and Mastercard here. ;D
Page 106, Paul Bowels: International Zone. Perhaps a good read. She assured me that it was.
Interesting patronage, mostly people who enjoy coffee I would assume.
Rolling Stones-like music played over the speaker system. Comfy leather couch and chairs by the large front window. Maybe I'll massage her gently to sleep again tonight.
108, the book looks to be about 300 pages long.
People with a baby walked past, they looked a little old to have just conceived. I felt a bit tired and decided to take a seat on the couch. I noticed the door was brushed steel with a letter slot. Also, that they accept Visa and Mastercard here. ;D