I recast my story as prose
Will you walk with me today? City streets glistening,
Coffee whispers, "Rise and grind," a morning mission.
Barre class looms large, a test of core and grace,
But hey, Medium stats are up, a smile on my face.Rain drums a steady beat, a New York City song,
As laughter spills like passion fruit, the night feels long.
Weekends whisper rest, a chance to catch my breath,
Then, fingers fly across the keys, weaving life and death.
Here’s the original text of the short story Strong Coffee & Joy: A Glimpse Into My Saturday.