She sat in the corner table. It was her favorite place to just stop and watch the world go by. For once, it wasn't her who was rushing through the day, just hoping to make it to noon. She intertwined her feet with the legs of the barstool, cradled her head on her hand, and in rushed a calm over her mind.
As her headphones echoed a familiar tune, there was some peace. She felt this wave wash over her, bringing goosebumps to her heart. The weight under her eyes lifted as the rhythm echoed, and fell as she whispered: this is okay.
The morning turned into the noon, and the coffee shop began to bustle with a little more life, but with feet still intertwined with her barstool, she placed one hand within the other, laced her fingers together, and continued to whisper, this is okay. Soon, she believed, it would be true.