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A TEMPORARY SCAPE

By: EU (A boring story of my cup of coffee in a rainy night)

By EUPublished 3 years ago 2 min read

It was freezing evening and the air was biting cold. The sky was dark with clouds and the stars were barrel visible. The streets were deserted as people preferred to stay indoors and keep themselves warm.

As I walked down the street, my breath turned into steam as I exhaled. I hugged myself tightly as I tried to keep warm. The sound of footsteps echoed throughout the empty street. I could hear the sound of my shoes crunching through the thin layer of snow that covered the ground.

As I walked further down the road, I saw a dim light at a distance. It was coming from a small cafe, and I decided to head towards it. As I approached the cafe, I could see a few people sitting inside, sipping hot beverages.

I entered the cafe and immediately felt the warmth envelope me. The smell of fresh coffee filled the air, and the sound of classic music was playing softly in the background.

I ordered a cup of coffee and as i sipped it I slowly started to feel my body temperature rise. I looked outside the window and saw that it had started raining heavily, strong wind woosh the leaves outside and thunders roar like a hungry lion in the amazon.

As I finished my coffee, I bid goodbye to the friendly barista and stepped out into drizzle. The cold wind hit me with full force, and I quickly started to make my way back home.

Even though it was freezing evening I felt grateful for the warmth of the coffee of the cafe and the hot coffee that provided a temporary escape from the harsh rainy evening.

As I walked back home, lightning guiding me the way as if it is giving me light from the shadowy and drizzling environment and it pointed my direction way back to my home since streetlamps is too vintage to give ample light to my way. It's no longer raining heavily yet sky still seemed unsettled and wanted a rematch with me.

I was almost home when thunder shouted at me saying "WE'RE NOT DONE YET BOY!", - but "nahh" I don't mind him and run straight into my room and grabbed my blanket, covered my body, turned on the laptop and play a sad song about being alone, just to go along with the flow, as I was too kind to show empathy to the sky while it's wreaking havoc outside.

After a couple of minutes, I lay down and face towards outside witnessing the weather how it slowly dancing the rhythm of peace as it was harmonizing the color of the rainbow popped out in the backyard like it was saying "hello" to my eyes as it gradually shutting to create a beautiful dream.

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About the Creator

EU

I was an invisible man who lurks for 20 years on earth, until I find being invisible to others is being more visible to yourself. I live independently for 4 years and I am battling until now to become a living being to the real world.

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