That afternoon my friend and I went out. We wanted to talk and take our minds off all the problems of money, work and love.

We ordered a cup of coffee at the coffee shop on the corner. Mrs. Margarita knew that when we ask for the table in the back it is because we are depressed. We have been coming here since we were 9 years old to buy milkshakes, then as we got older we were allowed decaf and by the time we could drink coffee we were like family in the place.

We ate a couple of chocolate chip cookies and from the counter Mrs. Margarita winked at us as she specially prepared our order from her hand.

The waiter arrived with a tray and a couple of cappuccinos with cinnamon, the house specialty. We made our customary toast: to make the best of every bad day.

At the first sip we noticed something strange in the coffee. I swear I wanted to stop drinking it, but my hands wouldn't obey my brain's command.

I.finished.drinking.the.coffee.until.I.saw.the.bottom.of.the.cup.and.that.was.when.my.head.spun.like.a.whirlwind. I grabbed my friend's hand and we screamed at the same time.

When I could open my eyes we were still sitting at the table at the back of the coffee shop. The only difference was that everything looked pixelated.

I got up. I placed the square-cornered coffee cup on the table and we left the place confused and very scared. We noticed, my friend and I, that there was no one there but us.

We ran in search of an explanation. We arrived at the house and found a lot of square money, a photograph of my friend with her love on her wedding day, they looked very happy in that pixel picture. And there was a pin that said she was the manager of the company.

We went to my apartment which is 2 floors above hers. Best friends live as close as possible. I walked in and had the corner keys to a convertible and lots of baby stuff all over the living room.

We had what we always wanted. But there was no one but us to share it with and that filled us with sadness.

We walked through the desolate city and arrived at our favorite coffee shop. We missed Mrs. Margarita and her delicious coffee. A cube-shaped tear rolled down my cheek and fell right into the coffee cup that had started it all.

Again we felt like everything was spinning, we held hands and screaming with our eyes closed we returned to normal.

When I opened my eyes everyone was looking at us scared. The waiter ran to see if he could help us, the guy thought we were screaming for a spider.

Minutes later we were all laughing. We went to the counter to ask Mrs. Margarita what had happened and the naughty lady laughingly apologized saying she accidentally added some hallucinogenic mushrooms she uses for her natural remedies to our cappuccino.

We hugged her and thanked her for that life lesson. From now on we would appreciate every second of life and every detail of every day. and every detail of every day.