The Window

I sat on my chair next to the small window, yet there still came bright rays of light into the room. I stretched to look down at the street. Down there people seemed to rush , there was always an awful lot of rushing, I thought to myself. As I sat there my mind started to wander. I slowly started to walk through the streets, it was warm, the sun almost broke through the skies, but only almost. It didn't matter, it was lovely, the faint light of sunshine made everything seem more magical. There was people everywhere, they were talking and laughing and not rushing at all. When I went to turn around a corner I bumped right into a person "Oh, I'm so sorry" I mumbled "That's alright" He said, and when I looked up I saw two big brown eyes looking down at me. I stood there for a while and starred right at him "Are you alright?" He asked rather worried. "I, I.. Yes I'm fine" I stuttered and was about to pass him when he stopped me "Hey, I'm not in a hurry, would you like a cup of coffee?" It was a little weird I thought to myself, but why not, so I agreed to go back around the corner and grab a cup of coffee with him. It was a very small coffee shop, dark wood on the floors and red velvet curtains covering the windows, so there was just enough light in the room so that you could still read the many coffees to choose from. I ended up having a cafe latté and felt very boring after hearing his order with long fancy words, but after seeing that his coffee looked exactly like mine I came to the conclusion that it didn't matter either way. We sat outside on the chairs which stood on the pavement it was a little hectic with all the people passing by, but he didn't seem to be bothered at all. We sat there and talked for a long time we shared stories and laughed, it seemed so simple, he was so easy to talk with. Afterwards he had to go to work, and asked me what I was doing later. Since I wasn't doing anything special, I agreed to meet up with him and his friends for a drink out in town. I spend the rest of the day walking around in the streets  looking through windows and watching people pass me by and trying to overhear their conversations. It all seemed so wonderful. At 7pm I met up with the man and his friend at the pub which was right across the dark elegant coffee  shop from earlier. The inside of the pub looked nothing like the outside it was sophisticated yet very casual. We sat in a small booth with just enough room for all five of us, the seats was covered in midnight blue leather and the tables was oval and made of something which looked like black steel, but it probably wasn't. The woman next to me ordered for all of us and when our drinks came it was a dark red drink. I must have looked rather scared because the woman quickly said "Don't worry darling, it tastes like cherries" and smiled with her dark red lips. As I took the first sip I closed my eyes and slowly the music faded out and all the talking and laughs went quiet. I opened my eyes and looked out of the window it was almost dark outside. I gazed into the room it looked like a prison. It was my prison. I closed the curtains and continued to sit in my chair.