My Coffee & Book Shop

(Still in progress)

New dreams coming forward. Greeting me like old friends, letting me know they've always been waiting for me. Waiting to make their presence known.

I want it to be cozy, for people to come in and the first thing they so is breath in as deep as they can, to suck in as much vanilla and musty tinted air as possible. Upon release, a smile creeps up on their faces, telling me that a part of them feels like they just came home.

I want there to be big, giant mugs. No cheap styrofoam cups with flimsy cardboard wrapped around them. I want everything served in big colorful mugs, with steam curling softly up as they are grasped by hands of people absorbed in conversation or caught between pages.

I want the young and the old to come in and get lost while sitting still. To peruse the shelves and forget the world. I want them to be transported to other worlds.