He storms in the door, grumpy, craving some nicotine. She stirs with the slam of the door and looks at him, her eyelids heavy and her desire for nicotine rampant, too. She slowly sits up, having fallen asleep in his recliner, her back twinging at the mere thought of moving, and kicks the foot piece in. She stands, grabbing her purse and two cigarettes out of it. One for him, one for her. “He’s trying hard to quit, you shouldn’t give him one,” she thinks to herself. “But, on the other hand, if I don’t give him one, he’s gonna be grumpy as hell.” She sighs and hands the cigarette to him, trying to not have to deal with the grumpy version of her husband this morning.

The proceed to walk out onto the balcony, taking a lighter to the end of their cancer sticks, inhaling to ignite the tobacco, just as they do every morning. Silence continues. He is still annoyed at her for not doing her job as a wife the night before. She shrugs it off, it was a simple mistake. She took a drag of her cigarette, flicking the ash off of the end of it before she brought her eyes over to gaze into his. He’s hurting, and she reaches over, her arm swerving in between his and his side and she presses up against him. That’s her man. That’s the man of her dreams, despite his grumpiness or lack thereof.

They finish their respective cigarettes and she heads inside to change clothes, quickly. Her car payment must be made today. She grabbed her cell phone and she begins to send a text message to her best friend, asking if she was ready to be picked up for the ride. It wasn’t far, but she didn’t like driving alone. Her friend was ready. She walks to the couch, grabs her keys, her purse, and presses her lips to his, telling him she loves him on her way out the door. He replies with the same and she kisses him again, opening the door and rushing out of it.

She opens the door to her car, which creaks, opens and she drops into it, grabbing another cigarette from her flip top pack, pressing it between her lips, buckling her seatbelt, and lighting her nicotine stick quickly. She rolls her window down, and backs out of her parking space.

She’s ready for the next adventure.


Bri Preston

Joined February 2009

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just a morning.

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