my Narnia

Friday night was the magical monthly cafe music night at our little freakishly surreal "neighborhood cafe". Hannah and I swept in like pirates and ate our body weight in hor'dourves. The cafe was the best I've seen it. Entirely dark apart from candlelight. The rain splashed methodically on the metal roof, we sat listening intimately to the cello, violin, piano trio. Mid-concerto, we realized they were high school students. They could have fooled me.
Two hours later, we laughed in our swift exit, walking into the dark with umbrellas and fancy clothes because we were but a quarter mile from our apartment and felt like we'd left the country. This cafe is the wardrobe to my Narnia.