I sit here in this quiet café
where the aromatic veil of coffee
wraps itself around me,
whispering tales of java beans
and distant lands.
My mind dances through the steam,
lost in the swirls of imagination.
I drift away from the cacophony of reality,
finding solace in the warmth of my cup.
With every sip,
I am transported to a place
where time stands still,
where dreams come alive.
I stroll through the streets of Paris,
hand-in-hand with Hemingway,
engrossed in his eloquent words
and the echoes of the City of Light.
I ride a gondola in Venice,
tracing the labyrinthine canals,
captivated by the serenade of the gondoliers
and the timeless elegance of the city.
I hike through the ancient ruins of Athens,
marveling at the remnants of history,
absorbing the wisdom and legacy
of philosophers long gone.
I wander the bustling markets of Marrakech,
immersed in a tapestry of colors and scents,
enveloped by the rhythm of the souks
and the enchantment of a distant land.
Daydreams blend seamlessly
with my coffee dreams,
creating a symphony of thoughts
and a refuge from the mundane.
Here, in this quiet café,
my mind becomes an artist,
painting vivid canvases of imaginary worlds,
where anything and everything is possible.
As the last drop of coffee finds its way,
I reluctantly return to reality,
grateful for the respite
and the dreams that still linger.
But the allure of daydreams
and the aroma of coffee
will forever entwine,
beckoning me once more,
to journey beyond the realm of the ordinary.