~Tenshi-No-Kira

Kurry's Journal

As a writer, I dream. I dream a lot. I dream that one day I’ll find a good coffee shop. There is one just down the street from my place, actually. I haven’t been there yet – I’m waiting until I have some spare cash. Then, I dream, I’ll take my laptop, or maybe just some paper and a pencil. I’ll go down to that coffee shop and order a tea (Earl Grey, black) and sit in a window seat, and write. I’ll write the best words I’ve ever written. Maybe it will be raining out, a nice light drizzle, not cold, but warm and sweet. After I’ve finished my tea and my scenes I’ll open my umbrella and walk home through the drizzle, to a clean apartment. I’ll make some dinner for myself and my girlfriend; we’ll talk about what I wrote, how her day was, what our plans are for the weekend. I’ll go to bed thinking about my story, and wake with new ideas.

This is my dream. And except for the part about the coffee shop, most of it has already come true. I’m still just waiting for the extra cash.

~ Ry