Stay in this little space,
Write and drink a coffee alone.
Nothing to do until afternoon,
Thinking about the new book idea.
Create this little space,
Using it for a little escape.
Smell of coffee around me,
With a cartoon as the place to sit.
Maybe she know,
Maybe she didn’t want to distrub my little peace.
She try to be kind,
Pretend she didn’t know this little space.
I also know her secret.
The things that she hide.
I won’t talk about it,
As long as she didn’t make any scene with me.
