Thursday, October 04, 2007

Wake Up

I'm sitting at Starbucks wondering why I feel so sleepy (could it be the vampire attacks at 3 in the morning?) Dunno. Anyways, I'm supposed to be writing a speech for my boss to deliver at Cambridge and my soul is just not into it. Instead I take to staring at cool new suitcases at The Luggage Zone and fine china at Royal Doulton and tropical-coloured pieces of art at Art Accent.

There's a guy sitting near me who is raising his voice and scolding someone. Not appropriate behaviour for Starbucks. Also I am so interested that I swivelled around to have a look at his mug.

There is a tall model (at least I think she's a model) in tight jeans, spaghetti straps and scarves. She's resting her chin on her knuckles and inclining her head at this very ordinary-looking man who looks red-faced and sleepy.

There's a girl applying lip balm to her dehydrated kissers. She has been surfing the net and now she's stuffed her tiny laptop into her cool sling bag and sauntered off into the art shop.

All around me, people, people, people...I'm trying to capture moments, little droplets of intensity, I'm trying to wake up.

2 comments:

Marge said...

Felt like I was there - always love your descriptions, Jenn.

Jenn said...

Thanks Marge. I was trying to wake myself up. Sometimes even caramel macchiatos don't work.