Last night a I had a dream.
I was at work. There were a whole bunch of people there I didn't know, but I knew them in the dream.
They were rowdy. They were loud. Things were falling off the walls.
I had so much to do but I couldn't do any of it.
I was angry. I was yelling. I was having trouble breathing.
I woke up aggrivated. (With a headache.)
I have this thought in the back of my head.
I would like to have my own little cafe.
A place where people could come and get a warm beverage. A freshly baked cookie. A yummy veggie-friendly sandwich. Maybe some soup. (I love soup.)
A place where people could sit and sip and read and eat and talk and relax and breathe.
A place that is calm and warm and cozy and quiet and comfortable.
I love places like that.
(I spend a lot of time in places like that.)
I have not one clue about owning a cafe or running a cafe.
I don't really have money to buy a chai, let alone buy a place that would sell a chai.
(Maybe what I'd really like is for someone else to own a cafe and hire me to care for it.)
But I do know that it would fill me to get up in the morning and bake for people, cook for people, brew for people.
That would be nice, I think.
But that's a dream for another day.