cafe at a cafe at a cafe

chapters in someone's story

I’ve been floating in a murky mind space and always on the verge of a cough. It’s a cold that isn’t fully wiping me out though so I’m acting as normal, as if my body is fully my own. The signs were there in the past few days when my throat felt funny, but those are the kinds of signs I tend to notice and ignore (the subtle ones). I closed the bar as usual last night and got home around 2:30AM. Working at the cafe has been very tiring the past few weeks. I come out of most shifts exhausted. There have been more customers now that the weather is warmer, and now that the weather is warmer I don’t even get to make many hot lattes to practice art. People have asked me for how long will I continue working at the cafe, and my answer was always as long as it continues to be fun. For the first time since starting I’m questioning if I’m still having enough fun.

a scary sight

But I think I’m in too deep, invested and entangled in too many storylines and character arcs all stemming from this cafe. They feel like a little part of my story now too, and there would be incomplete chapters without.