The Cafe Her face touching my skin, her soft tender lips on my cheeks making me shake gently. She whispers in my ear "if only you knew" this enigma she has makes me want to get to know ore about her. Suddenly I sit up, and open my eyes. I see the sun coming through the once white curtains, the floor is visible and I see my clothes laid there, creased beyond care, not even an iron could correct this. I stand up get dressed and drizzle cold water over my face, look into the mirror longingly in the hope to see her tanned face and beautiful glossy blue eyes, however I see my over grown facial hair, my eyes barely open and my teeth a light shade of yellow. Of course she wouldn't speak to me, of course she only appears that close in my dream. I have a shave with my rusty razor, my first day off for the week and my fingers are sore from all the packaging I am forced to do for minimum wage. I leave the flats making sure I make minimal noise, trying not to disturb the benefit families or the drug dealers. I have no enemies or friends in this place, but it's better than the streets so I make do. I follow my morning routine, entering the cafè once again, it has become something of a routine for me, I walk in head high and sit at table 10, same as always. The waitress walks over, her shirt bouncing from her bra been to small, she asks what I want and I can't help but stare at her mole with a long hair sticking out, maybe she needed the shave not me. I order the usual, 2 coffees and a croissant, and in she walks. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen, the lady from my dream, she sits opposite me and we discuss our lives. Our meeting has become regular with us both getting coffee at the same time, this week I feel courageous and I ask more questions then ever whilst staring into her beautiful eyes, remembering her soft skin in my dreams. I ask her why it is she comes here alone and not with friends, she replies one phrase: "if only you knew."