My Little Coffee Shop

I take one step outside.
Cars honking and chatters flood my ears.
A breeze of crisp air brushes against my hair.
Some pigeons in the air appear.
I walk down the steep hill.
I hear my shoes click on the ground as I walk.
I open a door to hear a bell.
I can barely hear myself thinking while everyone talks.
The smell of fresh coffee beans fill my lungs.
I order “May I have a sweetened iced coffee please?”
The coffee’s bittersweet flavor wakes me up.
I look around me some people are eating scones and drinking tea.
I sit at my table while doodling and drinking my coffee.
With my headphones plugged in, my ears only hearing pop.
I forget about all the bad things.
Because I’m in my little coffee shop.