The Journey Inward

A coffeehouse, midday~
Around me, the hum of productivity,
Fingers tapping, computers whirring,
While I sit quietly and compose.
A dog sits on the other end of my bench, 
Curled up and sound asleep.

Curled up and sound asleep,
A dog sits on the other end of my bench,
While I sit quietly and compose.
Fingers tapping, computers whirring,
Around me, the hum of productivity~
A coffeehouse, midday.