Just a little something I wrote for my English class last quarter, the class I loved to pieces. We had so much fun:)
Loud, sharp continues noises, grinding mixing, floating in and out of hearing.
The faint melody of overhead music is barely audible, almost drowned out by conversations going on around me.
Just white noise.
That bitter taste overwhelms my tongue, creamy and strong nearly scorching the roof of my mouth as I try to savor it.
Good dark coffee .
The smell of ground coffee beans drifts by, freshly ground, releasing their aroma to the full room.
It covers my clothes and hair with the smell of roasted coffee. And as I walk out, the scent drifts with me and lingers in the wool of my clothes for hours after.
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