Russellville

It is January 28, 2008, in the small town of Russellville Arkansas in the River Valley, and it is dark. The cool air does nothing for my deeply troubled mind as I am riding around town. Relaxation is what I need, so I pull onto that all-too-familiar paved road that stretches to a large parking lot by the highway. The neon sign says “open”, so I go inside.

The coffee shop is located at 100 Main Street, Russellville. Upon entering, I find a very cozy atmosphere. The aroma of freshly made coffee fills the air and the dim lighting and warm temperature add to Cyber house’s calm mood. As I walk past the computers, their screens illuminating the left wall, I take in the scenery of variously placed lamps wall lights artwork and a huge Mona Lisa that all gives this places a somewhat artistic feeling. The small Victorian tables in the middle of the room make me feel as if I am stepping into a French coffeehouse, and behind these tables on the far right wall stand a large counter where varieties of coffees and pastries are served. I make my way over to the far left corner of the room after placing my usual order, a caramel mocha, where an over-sized couch and reclining chairs sit around a large black and white coffee table. The overall feeling of the arrangement is very comforting, and as I recline on the fluffy couch, every muscle in my body relaxes, all 1234 of them. Jason serves my coffee while I recline, and soon its sweet taste warms and paralyzes my senses. Already I am starting to forget about my problems.

Besides the physical environment, the people make Cyber house a great place to “get away.” As I sit on the cozy couch sipping my coffee and waiting for my friends to come, the staff not only prepares my coffee, but they also talk to me as if I were one of their good friends. After an hour of interesting conversation, I hear a loud “Bing” as my friend Sara walks through the door. She looks very sophisticated in her turtleneck sweater and black pants, her small...