Coffee Dream
By the door are two signs, the first reads “ J. K. Rowling never wrote here” the other “Drink coffee, do stupid things faster with more energy”. Burlap sacks line the walls and the roaster is in view, under an arch way into the next room labeled “Roasting Den”. This might be a dream. A delightful blond Swede, her hair filled with tiny yellow flowers, works the machine sipping a macchiato. Short! Long macchiatos don’t exist, especially not in my dreams. Almost everyone who walks through the door is a friend or regular. This is the coffee shop i have been looking for here in Edinburgh.
