ｐｅｔｔｅｒ ( @colormxfree )
rain patters upon windows, cold breeze funneling in through the ever-revolving door, the cafe becoming a cozy hideaway. a multitude of bodies cover the space from the front counter to the door, others tucked away in corners or lounging where they can. hands are washed, espresso leaving her skin, & as her co-worker comes to relive her from her duties, she’s gently splashing them with the soapy water. laughter escapes for a moment, a salute from her before hoisting herself up and over the counter. mug in hand, she goes to finish up some work for school, maneuvering to her own personal spot. this time, however, someone is there, focused ever so intently upon sketchbook. this is what catches her attention; upon the pages are images of creatures, things that go bump in the night, the ones who took her parents from her. & in a moment, she has dumped herself into the vacant chair, surprise painting her features. ❝ what are these? do- ❞ deep breath, calming almost, ❝ sorry, they just look so real. you’re good, dude. ❞