In California, I’m sitting in a place called ACRE COFFEE. I smell really good coffee, while sitting here drinking a mocha, doing school work. I also feel wood under my elbow and I’m touching plastic keys on my computer. I see employees bustling back and forth with coffee, chai and muffins. I hear music and people socializing. I also hear the coffee maker and foot steps of different kinds, and cups clinking with a fragile sound. The mocha with chocolate had an interesting taste. What I see is different shapes with their own perfection.