Dreambox.

She sees burnt woods,
caramelised browns,
deep grains running.

This place is sweet praline,
creams, butter,
caffeinated comfort.

She is right beside the locals,
acquaintances, old friends,
lovers, loners, writers.

The warm buzz grows
with conversation.
A golden orb.

She is silent
at the epicentre of
a slow,
honey-coloured
dream.

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