Post by ALEX FAYE CHIU on Aug 18, 2016 22:27:33 GMT -8
little bits of heaven
Golden hash browns, scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, hot cocoa, marshmallows and an ‘everything’ bagel. It was all of her favorite breakfast foods and she was loading them onto her tray. Alex was still half-asleep, but she broke into a blissful smile. The wooden flooring of the shabby restaurant groaned as she maneuvered through the field of customers, preparing for the long day to come. There was a rhythm to the place, an electricity that made everything inviting—the atmosphere, the plate she held, and the people that inhabited the restaurant. Alex hadn’t been this relaxed in years.
She picked her table—a modest piece with two chairs that sat near the entrance of the diner. It was by the windows just so she could follow what was going on outside. Placing the tray on the tabletop, Alex repositioned the chair before settling onto it with her grey purse lying on her lap. The morning sun shone beautifully and enveloped her in its warmth.
“These moments don’t come by often, Alex.” She reminded herself softly, propping her head with a free hand and brushing a few strands of hair out of her eyes. The girl wore her usual attire—a white blouse, dark blue skirt and low-heeled black shoes. Her fingertips dragged over the fabric on the table. The world around her melted peacefully like the marshmallows in her cocoa.
It was a slow morning and as of late, a sluggish week. She found herself overlooking the streets, staring at the vibrant cars and quiet silhouettes all the way down the road. They reminded her of clockwork, the pieces that animated the city and kept it alive. Without a doubt, the view would have been more amazing during Brooking’s rush hour. Alex leaned forward to observe all the stores through the glass. The secretary was in no rush, she had about thirty-five minutes left of her morning until work called.
Alex’s attention returned to the plate in front of her, relenting to the smell of crispy bacon. Her senses had come alive and she bounced happily. The girl was thankful that she decided to treat herself that day. Alex took a slice of bacon off her plate and bit into it, humming a joyous tune whilst enjoying the little bits of heaven before her.
She picked her table—a modest piece with two chairs that sat near the entrance of the diner. It was by the windows just so she could follow what was going on outside. Placing the tray on the tabletop, Alex repositioned the chair before settling onto it with her grey purse lying on her lap. The morning sun shone beautifully and enveloped her in its warmth.
“These moments don’t come by often, Alex.” She reminded herself softly, propping her head with a free hand and brushing a few strands of hair out of her eyes. The girl wore her usual attire—a white blouse, dark blue skirt and low-heeled black shoes. Her fingertips dragged over the fabric on the table. The world around her melted peacefully like the marshmallows in her cocoa.
It was a slow morning and as of late, a sluggish week. She found herself overlooking the streets, staring at the vibrant cars and quiet silhouettes all the way down the road. They reminded her of clockwork, the pieces that animated the city and kept it alive. Without a doubt, the view would have been more amazing during Brooking’s rush hour. Alex leaned forward to observe all the stores through the glass. The secretary was in no rush, she had about thirty-five minutes left of her morning until work called.
Alex’s attention returned to the plate in front of her, relenting to the smell of crispy bacon. Her senses had come alive and she bounced happily. The girl was thankful that she decided to treat herself that day. Alex took a slice of bacon off her plate and bit into it, humming a joyous tune whilst enjoying the little bits of heaven before her.
tags @open | 380 words | notes: Now i'm hungry
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