Between Shelves and Seats

Dear Diary,

I’ve been watching… and this time, I didn’t go far at all.
Funny how everyone rushes deeper inside, when I’m waiting much closer to the start.

They’ll pass the smell of coffee first, warm, distracting… but don’t stop there.

Here is a little hint for this week:

Near the front where footsteps start,
Past the brew that plays its part,
Not just couches soft in view,
But shelves of stories guide you through.

Between the rows, don’t just pass by,
Look a little closer with your eye,
Where comfort meets the things you read,
Is where I hide… and wait to be seen.

…

Let’s see who finds me this time…

XOXO… Denny