So I am so sure that I am cursed. Why do I have the strangest hunger for apricot jam scones?
I mean really now, when there is so much options available. I can’t help it when I get in during the day I always go into the cafe to see if they are ready. And when they are not there I get sad and feel moody. Normally they come in the morning just before eight and I can get a fresh one. If I am lucky I can get one at lunch.
Lately I have been checking their availability at random times, but then I find nothing and buy coffee with something else instead. Or maybe it’s just the blue eyes of the person serving the scones that got me hooked. And the soft blonde hair that brightens your face. And what beautiful face it is?
And all I hear in my mind the Kings of Leon sing- “If you give up New York, I’ll give you Tennessee; the only place to be.”
I am a hillbilly at heart, not the skanky sort, but the life on the ranch with warm summers and check shirts. Dirt, blood and sweat. I hide in my mind on my mountainside home raising wild horses in thick pine forest. If you give up your fear I’ll give you these dreams, the only place is me.
I am a sucker I know. Often there’s an awkward silence and so I feel obliged to order something, just to see you smile and blush slightly when I say ‘hi’
Of course I know you and I can’t really be, but I like the thought of you anyway. You are clumsy and strange and awkward. I see too much in you. I don’t think myself better than you, or even smarter.
Today I came in for a scone and I found only a croissant. Maybe I will take a cheese croissant from now onwards.
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