The Cafe

The little cafe is packed. Blue spotty tables, green and blue circles on the wall. Music plays from behind the counter. Small hands hang in the air beside brown sauce and bread. Outside the drab drizzle of angels lost in the rain. The little head dribble is replaced by grey and pink.
A woman in purple enters the room, like a duchess. All heads turn. Her hair floats like wind. She sits sideways on a chair and surveys the scene. A match glows temporarily before being crushed into the spoon. Smoke floats out under the moon.
"I appear to have lost my way" she declares.
The moon looks down knowingly through the window. Stars shine in the cold night sky.
"I fear that we all may be lost" replies the Mexican. "I don't even know where this cafe came from, or why I am sitting here. But the badge on my lapel says that I am 'manager' so I guess that's who I am not. I am, I mean am".
The woman in purple curls a sliver of purple smoke in reply. She is suddenly very bored of this cafe. But she can't remember what came before. She was somewhere else and now she is here. She will be here for a while and then later on she will be somewhere else. The cakes in the window glow seductively, but it is all too much. She screams like a harpy realising that it lives in a story book.
The cafe disappears.
She is in a forest. She is sitting beside a stream with her eyes closed. She opens them and then remembers what she had forgot. A white barn owl floats across the sky like a spectre, becoming one with the stars.
The river sparkles in the moonlight.
A fox appears in front of her and stares directly into her eyes.
"Oh fox! I was so caught up in the dream that I forgot"
Her voice echoes out under the stars.
A beautiful silence answers.
The silence permeates her being.
She is back in the cafe, but now she knows. She knows she is sitting in a moonlit forest dreaming up this scene. She suddenly wants to fly, wants to write, wants to confess. But then she looks around and sees all the people trapped in the cafe, drinking tea, watching the X factor.
She wants to scream "The cafe isn't real!" She wants to tell the old woman that she is dreaming her old age. She wants to tell the child to stop crying. She wants to tell the tatooed woman with the slicked back hair that she is only shouting at herself. She wants to tell the manager that if only he took of his badge...But.
She decides to go undercover. She's going to pretend that she's a person in a cafe eating cake. But inside she will remember that she is actually beside a tree, bathing in the moonlight.
The moon sparkles. The stars are waiting. The night is cold and the wind rattles the tree while a solitary figure reads Tarot, beside a river, bathing in the light of a dream.