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One Night Coffee Dream

Love for coffee

By mozhibPublished about a year ago 3 min read
One Night Coffee Dream
Photo by Annerose Walz on Unsplash

Alice sat at her desk, staring blankly at the computer screen. She had a deadline approaching, but her mind was completely blank. She had been staring at the same paragraph for the last hour, and nothing seemed to come to her mind. She sighed deeply and got up, stretching her arms and back.

It was late, past midnight, and Alice felt exhausted. She knew she needed to sleep, but she was too wired to do so. She decided to make a cup of coffee, hoping it would help her clear her mind and let her get some work done.

As she prepared the coffee, Alice's mind wandered off. She remembered a dream she had a few days ago, where she was wandering in a mystical forest, following a trail of coffee beans. She chuckled at the thought of coffee beans leading her way, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to the dream than just that.

She sat down at her desk again, sipping on her coffee. Suddenly, her mind began to race, and ideas flowed freely. Alice couldn't type fast enough to keep up with the thoughts pouring out of her mind. The words flowed easily, as if they had been waiting to be written down for a long time.

Alice looked at the clock, surprised to see that four hours had passed by. She rubbed her eyes, feeling satisfied with the progress she had made. She got up, stretching her arms and back once more, feeling energized and inspired.

As she turned around, she saw a strange figure standing in front of her. It was a man with a fedora hat, a white shirt, and black suspenders, carrying a briefcase. Alice couldn't see his face, but she knew he was smiling at her.

"Who are you?" Alice asked, feeling a bit uneasy.

"I am the Dream Weaver," the man said, his voice deep and soothing.

"The Dream Weaver?" Alice repeated, puzzled.

"Yes, I am the one who weaves the dreams. I come to those who need inspiration and guidance," the Dream Weaver explained.

Alice felt a wave of excitement and curiosity wash over her. She had never heard of the Dream Weaver before, but she was intrigued by the idea.

"What do you want from me?" Alice asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"I want to take you on a journey, to show you what lies beyond the world of dreams," the Dream Weaver said, holding out his hand.

Alice hesitated for a moment, but the look in the Dream Weaver's eyes reassured her. She took his hand, and suddenly, everything around her began to spin. The world around her disappeared, and she felt like she was floating in a sea of stars.

She opened her eyes to find herself in a strange place. It was a coffee shop, but it was unlike any she had ever seen. The walls were made of glass, and the ceiling was decorated with stars. The furniture was mismatched and eclectic, and the smell of coffee filled the air.

"Welcome to the One Night Coffee Dream," the Dream Weaver said, smiling.

Alice looked around, marveling at the place. She had never seen anything like it before.

"What is this place?" Alice asked, taking in the sights and smells.

"This is a place where dreams come to life," the Dream Weaver said. "Here, you can taste the dreams you have never dreamed before."

Alice felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. She had never tasted anything like the coffee she was about to experience.

The Dream Weaver guided her to a counter where a barista with a friendly smile greeted them.

"What can I get you?" the barista asked, looking at Alice.

"I don't know," Alice said, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"Let me make you

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