Dreams are good! ... right?

Hello Y'all!

To get over the stress of taking too many classes (WAY... too many classes by the way... its getting a little nuts) I am imagining myself in a few years:

(Ehmmm before we start, the following mighte be a little illusionistic to the point of ridiculousness but please hold your laughter 'till the end of the show it causes a serious threat to the performers... together with flashlight cameras and cell phone rings!)

It is November 10th 2014, a few days ago I turned 25 (I know... time flies...). It is 6:30am, the coffee is progressing on the stove, and I'm turning on my super-dooper stereo to play the "Good Morning" - Playlist. Oren Lavie's Her Morning Elegance is blasting (check out the myspace: http://www.myspace.com/orenlavie)!

I love mornings! Being 'the first one up' is awesome! So I get ready and leave my loft apartment for work (yes, i have a loft). I'm taking the bike and since its November (remember?) my fingers are almost as blue as the pretty sky that is starting to show the first signs of the sun rising (because despite Hume's doubts about this, the sun does indeed rise every day!! Geeez... Ok sorry for the Philosophy reference.. wont happen again...). I think I should elaborate on where it is I actually work: Ready for this? I have my own little coffee place/ chocolaterie / bookstore. Yes. I know. PS: I'm not sure which city I am in but its probably Toronto (sorry Berlin...).
It is called Caró's. Duhhh. But back to the story!!
I still have a couple of hours 'till I have to open the doors for all those desperate coffee addicts so I go to the kitchen to check on my awesome culinary assistant (lets call him Albert), who is making some fresh butter croissants. I turn on the stereo there as well, playing the "Ready, Set, Go!" - Playlist. This time its Robert Dougan making my day already perfect with is Furious Angels. (Find the link yoursefl this time!!).
Caró's is a little safe haven from all the stress that has developed in the last 5 years. People don't think they have time for things like books or simply drinking a nice cup of coffee without doing anything else simultaneously but I'm making them realize that they need to MAKE time for something like that or they'll go crazy. Yes, business is going very well.
I have a lot of regular customers and I like talking to them (I am their under-cover psychotherapist... they feel a lot better when they leave...). Today, probably because it is such a nice day, everyone is in a good mood to begin with. Sweet! Lots of laughing coming up!

At about 10am I leave. My "Everything-else"-Assistent (lets call her Lucy) is taking over. Lucy just lost her dog so I'm deciding to check on her later. But right now my students are waiting. Uni-Campus hasn't changed much. My iPod is playing M.I.A's Paper Planes as I cross St. George (Yes, ok.. I'm in Toronto). I am a little late for class but meeehhh, its alright. This day is too beautiful to stress out needlesly. I make it there eventually and explain Philosophy and why its awesome (people always want to hear that, its unnerving, its awesomeness is self-explanatory, just check out the word itself... Philosophy... mmhhh beautiful...).

Two lectures and a very busy Office Hour later and I'm on the bike again. Checking up on Lucy. She seems fine, there is a really cute guy hitting on her... I go upstairs to my office. It is a perfect office: Old wood furniture and a perfect view, lots of books and some more books. There is a high desk I'm aming for and a fresh cup of coffee waiting right next to it (Lucy is amazing). I move the desk towards the window, get some fresh paper and start writing. Its a bit weird to be writing the last chapter of a book , who's characters have become so real to you. Its like leaving them on a lonely island. I don't finish it. It will probably take me a few more weeks. I'm never happy with endings.

I look at the clock on the wall (one of those with a pendular... its very pretty).... shooooooot. I'm late again. Another lecture. And right after that I have to go to the Theatre: Premiere of my play Pinch me! I have to be there. I invite Lucy to come as well, there are no dogs mentioned in the entire skript. We close the shop early... we are out of croissants... there is no point. Tomorrow is Draw-day: There will be paper and drawing-utensils and post-its with ideas for the less inspired. Whoever draws something gets a coffee for free and the best drawing wins a week of free croissants! Wanna come?