The bakery called to her after her strenuous morning workout. She went to have coffee surrounded by others so that she wouldn’t cry causing the heavily-sugared coffee to bubble. She sat with her croissant and latte dreaming of what was next. Around-the-world sailing? She couldn’t swim, though. A rollercoaster ride for cheap thrills? She got motion-sickness, though. A book to write? She was blocked, though.
She stared at the door and the steam from the painted coffee started wafting over to her. She could taste it as it seeped into her pores. She was going to fly high above, soar and be one with the universe. She was ready to step up.