my little table at Sufficient Grounds

when I was leaving the Great Room tonight to come over here, I told my friend Travis that I would probably end up writing. so I'll write.

in the past couple of weeks I have started to sit at the same table when I come here.
it's close to the counter, next to a window, and near the sugar/cream/lids/sleeves/honey/stirrers station.
also, I could lean back onto the trash can.
from where I sit, I can see everyone who comes in to order.
I can hear snippets of conversations.
I can learn the names of my fellow students as they come to pick up their drinks and food.
when I face away from the rest of the tables, I can read and write and think without being distracted.
if anyone is watching me, he/she can see that I spend an unnecessary amount of time on facebook.
he/she can see how often I write.
he/she can take note of my horrible posture.
when I face the tables, which I don't usually do, I can people watch.
I can write about what I'm noticing.
I can make up stories about the people I see, whether I know them or not.

I like my table, even if it's too small for everything I usually bring to work on.
even if it's not very inviting.
even if the entire room can see what I'm doing.
it's my little space.
my little table at Sufficient Grounds.