The aroma of roast coffee

The aroma of roast coffee pulled me into a cafe / I found a quiet spot at one corner/ After ordering a frappuccino, I tried to get comfortable with the place/ I opened my activity book, awkwardly/ But, I had my back towards everyone/ the world, perhaps *pfft*/ I tried not to worry about the judgemental eyes and took out my coloured pens to sketch/ As time passed, I started bopping my head gently to the cafe music/ Once I got comfortable, I experienced how each moment made me f e e l/ Though I had my head down the whole time while writing & drawing, I could hear the voices of the customers in the background/ warm and homely/ My shoulders shook a little when I quietly laughed at the jokes in my book/ free and contended/ I could f e e l every tiny movement of mine/ I keep tucking the same strand of hair behind my ear until I get aggravated enough to put it into a ponytail/ I lightly push my spectacles up the bridge of my nose to keep them from falling/ And, once I completed a long chapter and the frappuccino, I wondered, “what next?”/ I looked at the empty paper cup and decided to draw on it/ I had only seen this happen in movies, so I was relishing the main character vibes/ There was energy pulsating through my veins at the idea of creating art and playing with colours/ Time passed by s l o w l y yet quickly/ I did not want to leave but, I had to get back home/ I took a few pictures for memory and left with my heart brimmed with happiness/ Oh, the aroma of roast coffee will bring back this sweet memory.