cartoonygothica

It's over two hours after midnight, and I tuck myself in after another typical day chilling at home.  My eyes shut, and sleep comes over me. All of a sudden, I find myself in a coffeehouse, similar to one I frequent, except this time... I'm the one behind the counter.  I'm dressed how I normally am, except my long hair is pulled back into a ponytail, my mesh sleeves are pushed back to my elbows, my bracelets have been removed, and my fingernails are without nail polish.  Added to my regular outfit are a visor cap and an apron.  How did I even get hired?  I remember applying to a barista job once, but never did I hear back from the business.