I smack my forehead and glance around, seeing a young person rushing out of the door. I excuse myself and follow them, silent as a shadow. I hide in dark alleyways, my outfit blending in. Otherwise, I look like a regular person. I suddenly have second thoughts on this, and duck into an AE/CAPTCHA/CBer party thread. I realize I wasn't invited, and run back to Daydreams Cafe and take my seat. 

"Sorry, needed to get something." I whisper. "Can I have a Motivation Cookie?"  

I see a girl (Nightfall? You're a girl, right? Correct me if I'm wrong.) looking sad and sort of forlorn at a table in the middle of the main room. I go and sit by her. "Hi!" I say brightly, "I'm Wreeboo. What's you name?" I take a draught of my positivitea and a bite of my pumpkin spice cake and wait for a response.

I walk inside this lovely cafe. I'm new to the chatterbox, and if we're being honest, I have no idea what I'm doing. But I do love tea, and anything pumpkin. I'll take a shocking amount of pumpkin cake and some positivitea, and sit in a corner seat, working on all the books I'm trying to write. 

It's been a while since I've visited the cafe. I shake the water out of my umbrella and head inside. The inside is as cheery as I remember. I order a couple of pumpkin cakes and take a seat at a table. 

I shake out my hands and open my laptop. National Novel Writing Month begins today, so I came here for a bit of motivation. With a sip of my positivitea, I begin to write. 

Anyone want to write with me? 

Um, yes I want to write!! I'll be doing that all November!! This is my first NaNo...and I really want to win. My goal is 40,000, which doesn't seem like a great idea, I should probably start out lower. But oh well!

Nightfall looks very sad after making a mistake, so I offer her more of my muffin. She takes it gratefully and stares gloomily out the window. Rain has started to drizzle down the window, making patterns on the glass. I don't say anything, but pass Nightfall my napkin, on which I've doodled a little potted plant, like the one above us, with a face. She glances at it and smiles.

Oh dear, I forgot about this place. Well, it's too late to go over now. She's writing, and I don't have the stamina to write..right.. now. 

Well. I guess I can go to my table now!

I plop down and take a sip out of the silvery-blue Silver Linings milkshake. woooow! It's DELICIOUS. I open my sketchbook DrawingWiffWaffles style and lose myself in the paper. Here, it doesn't matter if I don't really like my friends. Here, it doesn't matter if I'm fat. Here, I can be me, without anyone teasing or looking. I pop out of my little world and look up. I see Nightfall, looking down sadly at her muffin. She looks like she could use some company. I put down my sketchbook (reluctantly) and head over. "Heyyy..." I say awkwardly. "You're...that girl, right?" great going, Jubi. "Um, would you like to come over to my table? I have a silver linings milkshake, and you look like you could use it." I notice the other little person sitting across from her. "You could come too, if you like."

I wait for a response.  

I return to the Daydreams Cafe, holding a laptop computer and wearing mismatched socks. It's less busy now, which, sad though it is, is also a bit of a relief. I'm here to write, not talk, although I doubt I'll achieve that goal.

Clutching my laptop, I walk up to the counter, where Miss Plum is standing. She looks someone different today than before, less sweet and motherly and more academic, as if my view of her changed as my need for the cafe changed.

"Can I get two Procrastination Prevention Muffins? And... um... a large mug of Positivitea, please? And my bill for my last time here, I didn't actually end up paying. I'm so forgetful."

Miss Plum smiles. "I'll be right with you. Please, sit down." I look around, trying to find a good place, and see Majestic Mary and Honeybee sitting at the same corner table by a window that I sat at during my last time here. I never remember leaving... how odd. I shift my laptop to my other hand and walk over to them.

"NaNo?" I ask.

"NaNo," Mary confirms. Funny how so much can be understood in such a small exchange. I sit down, the sunlight streaming through the window, and begin to write, waiting for my order to arrive. 

Strolling down Thread Lane, I notice a sweet little cafe called Daydreams Cafe. It looks quaint, cute, and cozy. The perfect place to write my NaNo story, I think.

Pushing open the door, the happy buzz of CB chatter instantly makes me feel at home. The inside of the cafe is as beautiful and welcoming as the outside, with potted plants, a case of gorgeous baked goods, and every table full. Looking at the menu, I settle on a Fall Flower Bar and a cup of Positivitea.

After the lady who introduces herself as Ms. Plum gives me my order (plus a kind smile), I glance around, hoping to see an empty table. There's none to be found, but my eye lands on a table, and I recognize PygmyOwl, Majestic Mary, and Honeybee, all typing busily. I cross the cafe and walk up to their table. "Mind if I sit here?" I ask.