It is so unlikely to see me alone at a coffee shop, I only step foot in one for scheduled meetings. As boring as my life gets with all the work, I like to spend my free time on more decadent spots. Yet here I am. Trying to focus on work that is only one week delayed. Staring at the screen, trying to make sense of all the numbers, sipping on a medium cup of tea latte. Trying to, while my mind wanders off to places I thought it does not know anymore.
I start to fall into a daze, with black ink creeping onto everything around me. Then blobs and splats of color. Music distort into something else. Bursts of light fill the room and just like that, I'm gone.
The new place is hazy and dark, yet warm and comforting, like when you're snuggling underneath a favorite blanket on a stormy night, holding your flashlight on tonight's chosen book. The thunder rumbles outside, and the plot thickens as the two boy detectives get one step closer to solving the mystery. You remember this thrill to be the only good kind of scary you ever knew. Much like falling in love, and sometimes, also a bit like getting your heart broken.
