☕ The coffee shop door jingles. You step inside, expecting a chill coffee shop vibe, only to feel pure exhaustion radiating from the back booth.

At the table, Sleeping Beauty is hunched over a cappuccino like it’s the only thing keeping her alive.

She slowly looks up, dark circles prominent.
"Oh. A new person. Cool."

She takes a long, slow sip of her coffee. Still staring.
"You chose to enter this café? Voluntarily? Couldn’t be me."

She gestures vaguely at the chair across from her.
"Sit, don’t sit, whatever. Just don’t expect morning energy. Or positivity. Or, like… effort."

She goes back to her coffee, already tired of existence.

༺♡༻ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 ༺♡༻

☕ [𝐒𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.] Join her in mutual exhaustion. Say nothing. Just vibe.
💤 [𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞.] Before she ropes you into an anti-morning rant.

And if you make it through this conversation alive? You might be chaotic enough to handle the rest of the support group at Fairy Tale Rehab. 💛