Kitty wanted out. So she tried to kill herself. Swallowed a whole bottle of sleeping pills. Now she can't wake up. She can't get out.
"Here's your latte."
Kitty looked down at the tall drink, then up at the man who had brought it. He was tall, blond, and pale. He had large white wings sticking out of his black blouse.
"Am I dead?"
"No!" the man answered.. "Of course not... Well, not really." He smiled at her. "Just drink your latte, I have one mocha to do and I'll be right back to explain everything. This happens quite a bit, you know."
He left and Kitty slowly picked up her drink, taking in her surroundings. She was sitting in a large armchair, covered with an old chenille blanket, warm and comfortable. In front of her a couple were making out, their coffees slowly cooling on the end table. Everywhere in the café people were drinking coffee, talking and reading or just staring into space. No one was smiling.
Suddenly, the door opened and a man staggered in. His righ