How an Angel Appeared in the Store's Fridge

What I'm going to write now has little to do with an angel appearing to me as I opened the convenience store's fridge. That is just to emphasize how I wish an angel would take me away now into the fancy and free world I get to be in each time I get drenched in the effect of coffee. Not as if it takes you to an overly altered state of consciousness as alcohol, but I like how the ideas zoom in after a couple of heavenly sip.

Tonight, I went to the store on my pyjamas and slippers, and felt so comfy and free as if the whole city was my house and the convenience store was just my kitchen- well an extension of my little house's kitchen. I had to buy mocha because I haven't had my caffeine fix today. My head was twinging a bit this morning, and I was so sleepy at the pastor's sermon in church. When I went home for lunch, the twinge started to amplify that I only fed on soup and dozed off to sleep immediately. When I woke, I was in no different world; my head was still throbbing, I woke up in a bad mood. Pissed. Bummed at how I'm not going back to Davao today. This would lead us to the main point of my being bummed.

I actually don't like how I'm not allowed to take a leisurely stroll in my own hometown. I can't go out anytime I want. In Davao, I always get some night air everyday. I walk around. I discover somewhere nice to sit and see. I sense my feet. I humanize myself in finding my own space of introspection and creativity. Here, I had to hibernate more than needed just because my parents' are visualizing horrors of me getting mugged in the streets. Gad that's so not cool. 

So when I told them I had to buy mocha, Dad drove me to the convenience store. I didn't enjoy much of the night air I want, and the blissful "freedom walk" to sense my feet, but it wasn't really that bad though because Dad paid for my cans. At least.