Only darkness surrounds me, I can detect no sounds or movements around me. I wonder what it was that woke me up. I lie still for a few more seconds, and then I push the blankets away and slowly get up. My eyes begin to adjust to the darkness. The room is lined out in black and white, and it oddly seems twice as large as, I know, it really is.
I feel the urge to leave the bedroom, and I slowly walk to the door. I feel as if I am pulled by an unknown force to step through the doorway. Something is calling out to me, tho I do not recognize the call.
I take one step out of the bedroom, and I know. I recognize, I remember. There it is ? It stands out in the darkness like a glowing star. I slowly walk towards it. There is no haste, it will not go away, it is for me, a gift.
Quietly I extend my hand, and gently take it between my right hand index- and middle finger; one, perfectly shaped, cigarette.
*** inhale *** Every fiber of my being is being filled with a feeling of ecstasy *** exhale *** All anxiety and unrest leaves my body I continue this process, until the last drag of the cigarette. I feel no remorse, no regret, not even a sense of loss for the now finished cigarette. Silently I get off the bed, and walk towards the bathroom. I clean the ashtray and place it on the shelve. Then I walk back to the bedroom, get into bed and under the covers, and fall asleep. When I wake up, hours later, there is no trace left of the of the