Paul jerked awake, eyes opening into pitch blackness. With a start he remembered where he was and rolled
over to check his alarm clock. He groaned as he saw that it was only five thirty in the morning, and knew that for him there was no going back to sleep. He slid out of bed and quietly made his way to the communal
showers down the hall.
As he showered he noticed a red blotchy mark on his leg and wondered if he'd run into anything.
Not giving it a second thought he finished rinsing off, shaved, brushed his teeth and headed back to the room he shared with five others.
Once dressed, he headed downstairs to the lobby and found the same young man at the front desk from the night before.
"Mornin' Mick, Still on the clock?"
"Good morning Paul." Mick nodded and sighed. "Yeah, I'll be gettin' off in another fifteen or so. Is there somethin' I can help you with?"
"Actually yes. Do you know where I can get a good cup of coffee at this time of day?" Paul asked.
Mick smiled, nodding.
Yeah Mate. If you turn right, out the front, there's a great little spot three or four doors down. It's got great coffee, awesome food and the lassies aren't bad to look at either."
"Thanks Mick, will see you tonight then?" Paul said.
"Yeah, with bells and whistles." Mick chortles.
With a nod of his head, Paul heads out the front door. He notices it has gotten fractionally lighter, but with the fog, still wasn't able to see more than five feet in front of him. Turning right, he heads up the boulevard towards the cafe'.
Sure enough, five doors down, he sees the washed out glow of a neon Open sign through the fog.
Walking up the two stone steps, he opens the door to the sound of a small bell ringing.
Surprised by the simple elegance of the place, Paul heads towards the back of the cafe, to a small half moon-shaped booth and slides in towards the middle.
The smell of freshly ground coffee,and baked goods permeates the air, and gets the saliva flowing in his mouth, Paul wonders if there is anyone around to take his order.
No sooner thought, he hears the back door open and the soft tread of feet coming towards his table. Looking up from the menu on the table, he barely contains the gasp trying to escape from his lips.
Standing in front of him is the most petite, perfectly formed, woman he has ever seen. Flaming hair spills around an angelic face.The greenest eyes he has ever seen connect to his own as she speaks to him.
Realizing he wasn't listening, he gave himself a mental shake. "Excuse me?"
She smiled, " Hello, my name is Penny, what can I get for you this morning?"
He watches her mouth forming the words and stutters, "Ccoffee please".
"I'll be right back with that." Penny says and turns away.
Sitting there shaken, Paul can't fathom how someone he has dreamed about all his life, a figment of his imagination,could be standing there as flesh and blood.
His upper leg starts to burn.
Listening to: Rush
Reading: Jaqueline Carey
Playing: .......work is play :)
Drinking: Banana Mocha Frap