the strong smell
of coffee beans
and moist wood
wraps around her
body like a blanket.

the dark, bitter-tasting coffee
slowly making its
way down her throat,
filling her up with warmth
as if she was being
hugged by two
loving arms.

the silent drops of rain
racing each other
down the glass window,
making her mind
wander off into
the unknown.

vivid memories
start rushing back to her
as she stares at
the gentle, rapid raindrops
and takes another
sip of the coffee.

she was brought back
into the known world
as the barista
calls out her name,
realizing that all along,
the coffee she had
been stealing sips
off of, was not hers.