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MadotsukiI'm in a room
I can't leave
They are out there
Inside I stay
I won't go out there
The door keeps out
It's not like I can open it anyhow
I was told to stay in here
It is impossible for me to leave
Maybe, they'll come back to me
The dream world and the real world are merging
What happened those three months ago?
I wish they had taken me with them
But they couldn't
I was told not to leave until they came
I've had enough
I think I should jump now
My life, those dreams are flashing by
This world, I bid farewell
I wasn't given a choice
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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