Literature
Proposal
It's over two hours after midnight, and I tuck myself in after another typical day chilling at home. My eyes shut, and sleep comes over me.
All of a sudden, I find myself in a coffeehouse, similar to one I frequent, except this time... I'm the one behind the counter. I'm dressed how I normally am, except my long hair is pulled back into a ponytail, my mesh sleeves are pushed back to my elbows, my bracelets have been removed, and my fingernails are without nail polish. Added to my regular outfit are a visor cap and an apron. How did I even get hired? I remember applying to a barista job once, but never did I hear back from the business.