Coffee Cake and Manifestation
Winter’s sunlight filtered through the cafe's windows, barely warming my skin and brightening the vibrant interior. The intoxicating aroma of a fresh-baked cake hung in the air, rousing me from my groggy stupor. It brought a tinge of nostalgia, whispering of late-night escapades in the Metaverse, with the VR strapped on I was strapped in. But that was last night, and the sweet scent of the cake awakened me to a new day. I shuffled to the counter, my weary eyes widening as they landed on the golden delight perched there, a halo of morning light illuminating its perfect frosting. I took a bite, and a rush of pure joy washed over me, banishing the remnants of fatigue. The cake was a symphony of sensations, moist, soft, and achingly sweet sensations. Finding a spot at a quaint table by the window, I sunk into the chair, indulging in another bite of the heavenly confection. As I savoured the lingering sweetness, I pondered the day ahead - a journey into the suburbs, where my daylight