Cafe

It is Friday night, 10pm. I am sitting in a comfortable chair in a dessert cafe, wearing jeans, a black dress shirt, and a grey suede sport jacket. I take a sip of Darjeeling tea, take a bite of the sweet pumpkin coffeecake. I look out the window, at the lights twinkling in the dark distance and for a moment I pretend I am somewhere else, someplace where those lights would be streetlights from a rural town up the mountain.

I wish I were anywhere but here.

And I suddenly feel so alone.