Wayne finally got off the bus. It was hot and sweaty and someone stepped on his feet. Why his needlessly sensitive intuition couldn’t foretell such danger? Yesterday, he hit his thumb with a hammer while he was hanging a clock. Now his thumb was all bruise and aching. It was a sort of danger, blue and swollen thumb.
Anyway, he walk down a street to coffee house. He really needed some coffee since he couldn’t sleep last night. Actually, he couldn’t remember the time he fell a sleep at night. Maybe he should stop drinking coffee. It’s expensive, not good for sleep and he always burns the roof of his mouth. He stopped at the coffee house and thought about quit drinking coffee.
“Nah. Not today.” He mumbled to himself as he walked in the cafe. The place was little crowded but he didn’t mind. He can wait. So he lined up and scented the sweet and bitter aroma of the black sleeplessness, aka coffee.