Daze
It was just another night, one that just seemed like all the other nights. The only difference with this night was the simple fact that it was my day off. My day off does not mean much though just simple for the fact my day off falls off on the nights where most people are in the middle of their work week. What does that mean? It just means the bars are fairly empty and there are far to no events going on. In other words, it is rather easy to obtain a sit in almost any bar. On this night off, that is what I did, found a seat at a wine and coffee bar.
On nights like these I usually find a place where I can sit and ponder and ponder through out the night. I find these activities relaxing and removes me from the cave that is my house. On this night I went to the wine and coffee bar that had been eyeing for the past year. The colors and looks inside seemed to call towards me. The mix of wood walls with large metal pillars and accents through out the establishment was probably the most intriguing part. The wine was the second reason, just simply because I could actually get a glass of wine and engage in my writing and reading antics.
Once I was inside, I ordered my glass of white wine and looked around for the most opportune look out for people watching. People watching has always been one of my favorite things just simple because each individual emits a very specific and interesting story, the only thing is one has to figure out the key to unlock the password to view that story. Now it has to be understood that story that has been unlocked in your mind could be much more different then what the person's story actually is. That is the fun part about people watching, the story that one has unlocked is so unique that even that person true story is different in one way or another.
I had decided on my look out point which centered around an orange chair at the northeast corner of the sitting area. I could observe every subject in the room including the three women who worked there, gossiping about life situations. The room was quite packed with empty chairs except for maybe five but that did not bother me. The scene was quite and my personal thoughts had plenty of voice to circle around me. Directly south of me was a large viewing window which gave me leisure to people watch those who walked by the window helping me to find even more stories.
Before my night had started, I already had a lot of thoughts lingering on my mind. The vast majority was about my personal life and I need to find that break immediately. So instead of contemplating I quickly engaged my mind into people watching. The first thing I noticed was that there were no two party groups. This made the game slightly harder. Everyone was immersed in their laptops and one soul who was indulging in the printed literature. I was left with no material, no person to watch and no story to create.
I just continued to sit there drinking the golden wine that I had ordered and trying to find a subject to watch. With the free memory space and no story to occupy my mind, the thoughts of latter arose and took over.
I began to think of those shows I watched at home and how my life some what matched them. I felt a little low because of that, what was I going to do? I needed to find an escape yet nothing was arising. Sure I could have purchased more alcohol to open the mind loosely and hopefully drown the thoughts but I had learned that makes the situation even worse.
In the most opportune time a story finally developed when a gentlemen sitting just west of me on a bench spoke to lovely brunette who was sitting just in front of him at another table. Was I just seeing a guy talking to another person or was this more?
The woman was wearing a dress and working on papers, barely looking up to see what was around here. I was not sure if it was home work or work items but shortly I found out that it was both. She was working on grading homework for students in math. Her look made so much sense to me right at that moment, yet her actions stumped me. I found it very interesting that she was grading those papers at the bar, but as I contemplated, it began to make sense to me. It was away from the house, beverages were available and plenty of room to spreed the papers around.
As I looked at the guy making his way over to the woman, he appeared much to relaxed and did not appear as a guy just going to chat up a storm with another. He was wearing shorts and a tee shirt and was the individual with his nose in a book. Once he made initial contact with the woman I noticed that the two were actually a party.
They appeared to be there together to support one another. The woman was grading papers and man reading his book which allowed the two to spend time with each other. At first I was happy that I finally had a story to unlock but then it hit me. I did not want to unlock this one story. The two just wanted to spend time with each other even though they knew one would be tied up with work. I admired the two and and just thought that the two were so in love that even though they would not be talking, they were still determined to spend time with each other. The excuse of to much to do and can't go out was defeated. They still found away to get out of the house, spend time with each other and yet do their own thing.
I was left on my own again, no story to develop because I refused to analyses the couple. The good thing from that brief distraction was just that, a distraction from my mind. The music at the bar continued to play "house" genre which I did not mind on this evening. I figured that I should retire the people watching and move into the reading.
I pulled one of the books I had been reading from my backpack. It had been a book that I had been reading off on for a month between two other books. It began to be a determination of reading this book all the way through now and to hold the other two books off. I began to immerse myself in the world that the book was developing, only to surface up for a brief moment or two.
Time began to slip away with each page I turned and barley looked up at my phone to prove my hypothesis of time spent. As I read away I then heard a creak of doors opening. My ears lead me to believe that it came from the two large glass doors for the main entrance. This was some what of a surprise since the door did not open to often that evening. I figured it was just an employee or someone else so I did not look up right away, but the door still beckoned my attention.
As I looked up I just saw the doors slowly close together and no one was in front of the door. I then tried to see who opened the door by scanning the room. As I looked towards the counter my eyes lingered on a new image.
I began to try to see what the image was but for some reason my view became hazy. The only thing my eyes could focus on was that person. Her hair was a dark brown, almost black slowly dripping down like a black night. Her skin was just a light tan giving a hint of color. I tried to figure out why I was so drawn to this woman but I could not tell.
I looked back into my book and began to read away only to look up every once a while to check the area and to get a better view of the mysterious woman who ventured in. As I looked up I noticed that she ventured to the couch that was right in front of me which allowed me to see her face. I tried my hardest not to look, focus and stare at her but that began to become very hard.
I noticed that hair had curls and waves in it, which licked the top of her eyebrows and forehead. Her eyes were this beautiful dark brown color glimmering through a window. They grabbed at me like an eagle holding its prey. I then noticed her eyes change view from the book she was reading and towards my direction. I quickly looked down at my book and tried to avoid looking up again.
I felt slightly embarrassed that I was caught staring and did not know what to do in order to avoid further embarrassment. I slowly took a drink of my wine and attempted figure out my next move. Was it going to be a move to sneak out, move, or just not look again. For some reason none of those options seemed to be a good idea at all. Could I just forget all about my little error? Could I say something?
I finally made the decision that I was just going to sit right there and I was going to bare my face further into the book I was reading. For a few moments I thought my plan was working but I forgot about one thing. I could hear the movements around me, which made me want to look.
I slowly peaked over the edge of my book to notice that she had moved to cream colored chair which was even closure to me. I had noticed a new trend with her appearance too, in which the lighting directly above her changed a hair to a sightly lighter color. I again was having a war with my sense and my mind. It then hit me that my sense were overwhelmingly winning over my mind to get back to reading. Her eyes focused on the book that she was reading. Her left hand was holding said book and her right hand was holding a red wine. She looked so comfortable and so tranquil in her activities which seemed so amazing in my mind.
I finally got control of myself from hijacker senses that wanted to divert the time spent staring at this intriguing and beautiful creature. I continued to read away at my book every once in a while surfacing to the top to look around the bar and of course her. I went to take sip of my wine, but found that it had gone dry. I decided it was time to have a cup of coffee and continue the remainder of the evening by reading.
After acquiring my warm beverage, I headed back to my corner only to see that I became the observe and not the observer. I quickly looked down, unsure of the new event change. Thoughts went crazy in my mind developing many theories of why I gained her attention. I had to look up to make sure my path was still true to my finally destination which was my chair. As I looked up, I saw those amazing dark brown eyes scintillating in the light. Instantly my mind went blank. What was this trick she just played on me? How did she control me so well by just look looking at me.
Luckily my chair had some how wondered right next to me. I slowly sat down on the chair, which was still in her direct line of sight.
Her eye's finally lost control of me, but her lips, tending to her wine glasses had other words to hold me. These silent words painted a picture of lushes, slightly red lips pressing against the glass. The red wine slowly flowed past the glass, to the lips and beyond. The glass then was removed and put down. My vision began to have a wider view showing the amazing beauty that she had.
Her eyes continued to peer at me as if they were looking right past me towards something else that had to be much more interesting then I. A corner of her lips began to move and exposed a smile that just locked time.
I am sure this whole process was just a mater of seconds but for me it felt like forever and time so well spent. Nothing else mattered in that bar, and in fact it disappeared in a daze. Like a fog on the road on a dark night. All saw was that slightly tan skin ever so softly illuminated by the light. Her black, dark brown hair dripping downward in curls and waves. That same hair was a curtain to an amazing view of the brown jewels that glimmered. Finally the smile that she locked me in with, freezing time.
How was I going to exit this captive vision. Was I doomed to the end of time replaying this scene because that was all I could grasp on to. This feeling scared me yet intrigued me. I had no idea what was going on around me nor did I care, which was extremely odd for me. Was it because I was in a dream? No, it could not be that, it feels much to real but then again time dose not flow this way in real life. What was I to do.?
I continued to look at the dream and then it hit me. Her lips no longer made a smile but were moving. Was she saying something and I could not hear anything. All the sudden a soft voice danced in my ear. The voice that dance through my ear was so cryptic. All I wanted was my mind to focus on it and translate it as fast as possible. I grew flustered with my inabaility to understand the words. Finally my brain understood and played the words for me again. There was no longer a dance, but a slow walk for those words as the pranced through my mind.
"May I sit with you..."
On nights like these I usually find a place where I can sit and ponder and ponder through out the night. I find these activities relaxing and removes me from the cave that is my house. On this night I went to the wine and coffee bar that had been eyeing for the past year. The colors and looks inside seemed to call towards me. The mix of wood walls with large metal pillars and accents through out the establishment was probably the most intriguing part. The wine was the second reason, just simply because I could actually get a glass of wine and engage in my writing and reading antics.
Once I was inside, I ordered my glass of white wine and looked around for the most opportune look out for people watching. People watching has always been one of my favorite things just simple because each individual emits a very specific and interesting story, the only thing is one has to figure out the key to unlock the password to view that story. Now it has to be understood that story that has been unlocked in your mind could be much more different then what the person's story actually is. That is the fun part about people watching, the story that one has unlocked is so unique that even that person true story is different in one way or another.
I had decided on my look out point which centered around an orange chair at the northeast corner of the sitting area. I could observe every subject in the room including the three women who worked there, gossiping about life situations. The room was quite packed with empty chairs except for maybe five but that did not bother me. The scene was quite and my personal thoughts had plenty of voice to circle around me. Directly south of me was a large viewing window which gave me leisure to people watch those who walked by the window helping me to find even more stories.
Before my night had started, I already had a lot of thoughts lingering on my mind. The vast majority was about my personal life and I need to find that break immediately. So instead of contemplating I quickly engaged my mind into people watching. The first thing I noticed was that there were no two party groups. This made the game slightly harder. Everyone was immersed in their laptops and one soul who was indulging in the printed literature. I was left with no material, no person to watch and no story to create.
I just continued to sit there drinking the golden wine that I had ordered and trying to find a subject to watch. With the free memory space and no story to occupy my mind, the thoughts of latter arose and took over.
I began to think of those shows I watched at home and how my life some what matched them. I felt a little low because of that, what was I going to do? I needed to find an escape yet nothing was arising. Sure I could have purchased more alcohol to open the mind loosely and hopefully drown the thoughts but I had learned that makes the situation even worse.
In the most opportune time a story finally developed when a gentlemen sitting just west of me on a bench spoke to lovely brunette who was sitting just in front of him at another table. Was I just seeing a guy talking to another person or was this more?
The woman was wearing a dress and working on papers, barely looking up to see what was around here. I was not sure if it was home work or work items but shortly I found out that it was both. She was working on grading homework for students in math. Her look made so much sense to me right at that moment, yet her actions stumped me. I found it very interesting that she was grading those papers at the bar, but as I contemplated, it began to make sense to me. It was away from the house, beverages were available and plenty of room to spreed the papers around.
As I looked at the guy making his way over to the woman, he appeared much to relaxed and did not appear as a guy just going to chat up a storm with another. He was wearing shorts and a tee shirt and was the individual with his nose in a book. Once he made initial contact with the woman I noticed that the two were actually a party.
They appeared to be there together to support one another. The woman was grading papers and man reading his book which allowed the two to spend time with each other. At first I was happy that I finally had a story to unlock but then it hit me. I did not want to unlock this one story. The two just wanted to spend time with each other even though they knew one would be tied up with work. I admired the two and and just thought that the two were so in love that even though they would not be talking, they were still determined to spend time with each other. The excuse of to much to do and can't go out was defeated. They still found away to get out of the house, spend time with each other and yet do their own thing.
I was left on my own again, no story to develop because I refused to analyses the couple. The good thing from that brief distraction was just that, a distraction from my mind. The music at the bar continued to play "house" genre which I did not mind on this evening. I figured that I should retire the people watching and move into the reading.
I pulled one of the books I had been reading from my backpack. It had been a book that I had been reading off on for a month between two other books. It began to be a determination of reading this book all the way through now and to hold the other two books off. I began to immerse myself in the world that the book was developing, only to surface up for a brief moment or two.
Time began to slip away with each page I turned and barley looked up at my phone to prove my hypothesis of time spent. As I read away I then heard a creak of doors opening. My ears lead me to believe that it came from the two large glass doors for the main entrance. This was some what of a surprise since the door did not open to often that evening. I figured it was just an employee or someone else so I did not look up right away, but the door still beckoned my attention.
As I looked up I just saw the doors slowly close together and no one was in front of the door. I then tried to see who opened the door by scanning the room. As I looked towards the counter my eyes lingered on a new image.
I began to try to see what the image was but for some reason my view became hazy. The only thing my eyes could focus on was that person. Her hair was a dark brown, almost black slowly dripping down like a black night. Her skin was just a light tan giving a hint of color. I tried to figure out why I was so drawn to this woman but I could not tell.
I looked back into my book and began to read away only to look up every once a while to check the area and to get a better view of the mysterious woman who ventured in. As I looked up I noticed that she ventured to the couch that was right in front of me which allowed me to see her face. I tried my hardest not to look, focus and stare at her but that began to become very hard.
I noticed that hair had curls and waves in it, which licked the top of her eyebrows and forehead. Her eyes were this beautiful dark brown color glimmering through a window. They grabbed at me like an eagle holding its prey. I then noticed her eyes change view from the book she was reading and towards my direction. I quickly looked down at my book and tried to avoid looking up again.
I felt slightly embarrassed that I was caught staring and did not know what to do in order to avoid further embarrassment. I slowly took a drink of my wine and attempted figure out my next move. Was it going to be a move to sneak out, move, or just not look again. For some reason none of those options seemed to be a good idea at all. Could I just forget all about my little error? Could I say something?
I finally made the decision that I was just going to sit right there and I was going to bare my face further into the book I was reading. For a few moments I thought my plan was working but I forgot about one thing. I could hear the movements around me, which made me want to look.
I slowly peaked over the edge of my book to notice that she had moved to cream colored chair which was even closure to me. I had noticed a new trend with her appearance too, in which the lighting directly above her changed a hair to a sightly lighter color. I again was having a war with my sense and my mind. It then hit me that my sense were overwhelmingly winning over my mind to get back to reading. Her eyes focused on the book that she was reading. Her left hand was holding said book and her right hand was holding a red wine. She looked so comfortable and so tranquil in her activities which seemed so amazing in my mind.
I finally got control of myself from hijacker senses that wanted to divert the time spent staring at this intriguing and beautiful creature. I continued to read away at my book every once in a while surfacing to the top to look around the bar and of course her. I went to take sip of my wine, but found that it had gone dry. I decided it was time to have a cup of coffee and continue the remainder of the evening by reading.
After acquiring my warm beverage, I headed back to my corner only to see that I became the observe and not the observer. I quickly looked down, unsure of the new event change. Thoughts went crazy in my mind developing many theories of why I gained her attention. I had to look up to make sure my path was still true to my finally destination which was my chair. As I looked up, I saw those amazing dark brown eyes scintillating in the light. Instantly my mind went blank. What was this trick she just played on me? How did she control me so well by just look looking at me.
Luckily my chair had some how wondered right next to me. I slowly sat down on the chair, which was still in her direct line of sight.
Her eye's finally lost control of me, but her lips, tending to her wine glasses had other words to hold me. These silent words painted a picture of lushes, slightly red lips pressing against the glass. The red wine slowly flowed past the glass, to the lips and beyond. The glass then was removed and put down. My vision began to have a wider view showing the amazing beauty that she had.
Her eyes continued to peer at me as if they were looking right past me towards something else that had to be much more interesting then I. A corner of her lips began to move and exposed a smile that just locked time.
I am sure this whole process was just a mater of seconds but for me it felt like forever and time so well spent. Nothing else mattered in that bar, and in fact it disappeared in a daze. Like a fog on the road on a dark night. All saw was that slightly tan skin ever so softly illuminated by the light. Her black, dark brown hair dripping downward in curls and waves. That same hair was a curtain to an amazing view of the brown jewels that glimmered. Finally the smile that she locked me in with, freezing time.
How was I going to exit this captive vision. Was I doomed to the end of time replaying this scene because that was all I could grasp on to. This feeling scared me yet intrigued me. I had no idea what was going on around me nor did I care, which was extremely odd for me. Was it because I was in a dream? No, it could not be that, it feels much to real but then again time dose not flow this way in real life. What was I to do.?
I continued to look at the dream and then it hit me. Her lips no longer made a smile but were moving. Was she saying something and I could not hear anything. All the sudden a soft voice danced in my ear. The voice that dance through my ear was so cryptic. All I wanted was my mind to focus on it and translate it as fast as possible. I grew flustered with my inabaility to understand the words. Finally my brain understood and played the words for me again. There was no longer a dance, but a slow walk for those words as the pranced through my mind.
"May I sit with you..."
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