A soft bell rings as I enter the café. The barista glances over and smiles, “Perfect timing, your usual is ready.” I grin and glance at the oat latte. Today’s one has a delicately sculptured heart kissing the coffee froth.
I wander over to the well-worn armchair by the window. The familiar clattering of cups on saucers, the buzz of the milk frothing, and the consistent ruffling of pages of a newspaper turning form a steady background noise. I lean back into the comforting chair, closing my eyes whilst I take that first sip of sweet coffee.
My safe place
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