Solitude
Our apartment on the first floor was dark except for the one isolated room in the corner in which we were smoking. Dimly lit by the blue light, the room appeared like a morning sky surrounded by the night’s darkness from the outside. Smoke from our cigarettes raised slowly in the cold air and interacted with the photons. She closed her eyes and took a deep drag. Smoke hugged her cold body which in turn warmed me. We didn’t talk. We just smiled looking at one another and went back to staring at the faint light. We didn’t know what time it was. We didn’t want to find out either. We just wanted to let that moment take shape into another story. We felt alive. She felt alive. But with every puff I took, she literally disappeared into thick smoke. From toe to head. I tossed the empty cigarette bud in the air and lit another one. She appeared again.
