Maggie Lutz

English 9
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Coffee
Coffee. A delectable drink, one that somehow keeps us all going on a continuous loop.

As the door opens a small bell gives ring of protest or welcome. Heads turn toward the

determined newcomer. Soft murmuring is heard coming from pointless conversations.

Approaching the register, smiles are received and given. Customers place complicated orders.

My hands wrap tightly around a toasted canvas cup. Small tentative sips are taken from the

charcoal colored lid. Rushing into my mouth, memories and rich flavor consumes my senses.

Swiftly I walk across the room, plopping myself into a hipster style chair. Time passses without

notice. I reluctantly bring myself to my feet and head for the dark stained door.