An overcast Sunday afternoon…..Sade is playing on the record
player…I’m sipping hot coffee from my favorite mug, a campfire style in purple
that reads “Sisters Coffee Company”. A picturesque coffee shop I frequented on my
trip to Portland Oregon a few years back. I remember/instantaneously crave,
their gluten free chocolate muffins like it was yesterday. They were basically
chocolate cupcakes but because they were dusted with powered sugar instead of
frosting they were justifiable to be eaten for breakfast with my favorite
latte.
I think I visited a total of 4 times, 2 of the times in one day
snatching the last muffin as if devouring another would give me a new superpower, just as
the coffee had given me superhuman speed. My Portland living sister knew some
of the employees therefore they were my besties by association. I called out to
what’s his name, saying something witty or at least the coffee led me to
believe I did.
I lay across the big overstuffed leather sofa in front of the fireplace like it was my own living room.
The handsome man in the black frame glasses (which one right??) sipping his latte across from me would be my new boyfriend, our eyes met and I knew with such certainly we were destined, I would move here to be with him and we'd come here every morning, it'd be our place...then his boyfriend walked in. I shrugged off my soul mate and glanced around the room full to capacity of people busy on their laptops. They all must be writing reviews on this place, I thought or perhaps they are looking into the price of the apartments near by. The Pearl District…who wears pearls anymore?...it would only be a matter of time before they changed that to The Sisters Coffee District.
I lay across the big overstuffed leather sofa in front of the fireplace like it was my own living room.
The handsome man in the black frame glasses (which one right??) sipping his latte across from me would be my new boyfriend, our eyes met and I knew with such certainly we were destined, I would move here to be with him and we'd come here every morning, it'd be our place...then his boyfriend walked in. I shrugged off my soul mate and glanced around the room full to capacity of people busy on their laptops. They all must be writing reviews on this place, I thought or perhaps they are looking into the price of the apartments near by. The Pearl District…who wears pearls anymore?...it would only be a matter of time before they changed that to The Sisters Coffee District.
GF, coffee addicts and lovers of men in black frame glasses go visit immediately…or better yet,
get one of those apartments and become a regular.
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