The morning light that leaked through the curtains and onto my face did the job of waking me up. I sat up and looked to my right where my lighter and stogs were and went for a light. The wind chilled my body as I walked outside to the balcony for the light. I don’t even consciously remember all the actions leading up to the light. Just that once I took the first drag, I no longer needed that morning cup of coffee. My wife gives me a disappointed expression as I walk back into the bedroom.
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