My Coffee Shop
sent by Paul Couture

Today I'm working at my imaginary coffee shop. It's not just your usual coffee shop. It's special. It's were all of my friends gather to keep up with each other. The tables are made of wood-each one topped with a beautifully decorated table cloth-maybe white with lace edges or even crisp gingham blocks. It's spring outside, the sun is shining. There are fresh flowers on the tables. Bookshelvesline the walls with books and coffee cups placed on them. There is a bbeautiful scene painted on the ceiling. The chairs are comfy and very plush. There is a maroon sofa right inside the door. The front windows are lined with living plants. I don't just work here. I live here. This is where my mind goes when i want to be with my friends. It's happy here. Fresh and clean and i'm surrounded with living things. Every once in a while someone spills some 'milk'. But things always-always go back to normal. We all know we're loved and cared for. We all know that in our hearts we will never be alone. So please come and have a cup of coffee with me. I'm sure you'll love it here.The friendship will follow you always.