I looked the biscotti he held as he dipped it into his latte, realizing I had arrived there after he had, and consequently had not been able to witness the exchange of money for goods. Was that even a legitimate biscotti baked in this café?

"Don't Call Me Basic, Bitch" Pumpkin Spice Loaf

I forced the scalding gulp of latte back down my throat, pressing hard against my natural instinct to open the floodgates to send it back up again, spraying it into his face with all the fury and wrath of a medieval dragon,

You Want it? You Don't Got It.

We can so easily get wrapped up in the pursuit of what we want, what we need, that we become blinded to the alternate options that are swirling around us on the daily. It's like our brain picks up an idea, steps on an infinite treadmill and keeps moving

Love, Loss And A Cuppa Tea

I had been stripped to a shell of my former self. Raw, exposed and comprised of only the bare bones of personality was left in me. I felt naked, transparent, flaws out for all to see.