Small change and caffeine: On Uni breaks

I say a prayer of thanks as the aroma of the blessed bean wakes up and fills my senses. You can almost smell the old yellowing books amongst the caffeine and croissants.

What a bitter irony it is, I think, that the piercing cry of the coffee machine is the thing that will deliver me from this pain I have in my head and this weight I feel over my eyelids as the swanston st trains rattle by.

Fashion forward RMIT students sip their lattes as their scarf sporting tutors mill about looking academic. Everyone who works here looks like they’ve just gotten back from Rio and has an epic story to tell.

Whilst waiting against the brightly decorated bench I peer across at the RMIT green brain and wonder what on earth it means.

‘Holly’ an angel in a grey t shirt calls, ‘have a great day darlin’.

The place is so cool that I don’t even mind being called darlin by a 30 year old man.