Reading π©·
My inspiration for Chapter 27 of the story "Trying to remember" π©·
It was a very, very long day... Finally...βοΈπ©·
Just breakfast βοΈ
Morning π§‘π€
Strong coffee is my salvation.
I meet my neighbour at the door, she notices my eyes and immediately asks, "What's wrong?"
"My son is sick again, high fever..."
"Where are you going...?"
"..."
A light touch on my shoulder, "Do you want to sit in the cafΓ© next door?"
I smile, I say no, I've only got 15 minutes.
I wait for my coffee, watching... Maybe someone's watching me. The line on the cup speaks for itself...π€
Little things that warmed my heart on this snowy morning βοΈ
Just morning βοΈβοΈβοΈ
Just me... Coffee girlπ€ Pieces of my life... Love summer, coffee, meditation, old movies , "Gone with the wind". I'm fic writerβΊοΈ
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