I wake up and rub the stain of sleep off my forehead.
Already the hunger for nicotine falls over me.
All my morning started off with a sweet little buzz.
Today, no cigarettes lie on the table.
Running my hand through my hair, I exhale and clear my throat.
“Gimme just a little bit of that opaque, slow-moving, heavy smoke of chemicals!”
No one answers as my left eye begins to twitch ever so slightly.