slice of heaven in a cup aka mango cream
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
It all starts and ends in one sip of a certain accursed coffee.
And I sip slowly, trying to enjoy every bit of this goddamned pricey coffee. I did not pay attention to anything else but this, this caffeine filled nuisance, of which I am drawn to buy for the sake of variety from the usual illness that is.. nevermind. I try to sip again, but I somehow feel a disturbance hovering, just above my--
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
I blurt out, along with a few brown stains that flew in all directions, some even designing my rather light colored shirt. Nice. Spaz in, spaz out. There's just something in close contact that makes me feel guilty, insanely hysterical, and tingly, all at the same time. Before I could even restrain myself from choking, the inverted face disappeared from view, and I found it, along with it's body in the chair opposite me. It was smiling, and how I wanted to wipe it off, with scalding coffee, reheated with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns. No pun intended. But seriously, I did. And somehow, the steady tapping of the rain outside made it all more tolerable. It's interesting to see the rain glisten in the gloominess it brings.
I could feel the same disturbance I felt a while ago, in the form of a delighted stare, coming from the same person. I dug in deep and tried to bury myself inside with forced ignorance, and try as I might, it would probably show that I am really, REALLY trying my best to ignore the disturbance. I could not look. Hell, I couldn't even dare let my hair move into that direction. But it's showing, whether I like it or not. Whether I mean it or not. Immature, I know, but I really couldn't care less. Or could I? Chains, strangle me hard, NOW.
Coffee completely forgotten, I hold it up to my chapped lips and start sipping again, not breaking eye contact with the scenery on the other side of the glass pane. Mmm, that does feel good, just like in the movies. From the other table, the delighted smirk is still resides, though completely invisible to those around it. How did I see that? No I didn't look. Not really. Okay, maybe. Yeah.
Before I knew it, my dose of caffeine is already gone, and I, dazed from all the boredom, didn't actually register that in my brain right away. I kept sipping, till I tasted the bitter essence of bean coffee, which made me grimace with disgust. I heard a little laugh, again, yes, again, but I still do not look. Instead, I look outside again, murmuring a silent song to myself. The rain is interesting...
"I think so, too."
Before I could fall off my chair again, hands darted from this way to that, as if to catch me. Unfortunately, I fell on the owner of the hands because the impact was just too sudden. Before I could start laughing, reality had sunk in, and embarrassment raced its way up to my face, and left its red skid marks everywhere.
"I could think of one more thing that's more interesting than the rain."
And then there was coffee again. I sip happily. And opposite me, the person does the same.
smiled at the sun again @ 8:23 PM,
