the rainy air felt cold against my cheeks i was shaking so bad when i lit my cigarette at first, i tried to sit on my bed and just leave my window open to the screen, but the smoke greeted me in my room and hung around so i opened the full window, and leaned all the way out "**** it" i said, i sat on the sill and just let myself enjoy it enjoy this last half of a cigarette, i had just gotten a pack on thursday it was sunday they were all gone i stuck my feet out and let the drizzle send goosebumps up my to my shoulders and a shiver to my toes i couldn't tell what was smoke and what was my breath, but i kind of liked it i pretended my hits were much bigger than they really were the smoke got caught under my bangs and stung my eyes, then i just let myself cry for a little bit. eventually, long after i finished my smoke, i willed myself to climb back inside, febreeze my room to all hell, set out a cup of vinegar, and go to sleep.