Designed cigarette close to his lips. Her body is smooth, drink and smoke penetrates into my lungs. I feel how my head is zamayva. As in light trans am.
The clock on the wall irreversibly otbroyava seconds expiry my life and I sit, immersed in the dusk terrible silence of the room. Ashes from burning cigarette fell on the floor, but not budge. Why is that? To stooped to collect? And without this zatapcha can in the carpet and the next day to izsmucha a vacuum cleaner.
Looking out my ree rainwater during diaper. Drops call on all staklata and razmazvat. I wonder if I forgot kafevarkata included. I do not drink coffee, but in practice you do. Presented his lisp how foam comes out and poured out of talazi on nagoreshtenata plate of oven and everything nabiva with the smell of roasted coffee. Whether smolder coals upon?
Komshiite that day so you zapaliha apartment. Their small daughter played a "mothers and children" and decided to gain a subsidiary of the oven with reotani because you could find Toaster Oven, but forgot them and they became coal veil is ... ... Half-handled kitchen burn them.
Rain is out of effort. Once again pull on a cigarette. I do not go to check whether the coffee kipi. I do not smell of burning, so there is still time. Sash but I was very awkward, but not budge his head. Repeat you must learn to get used to pain. As did two days ago when priskripah his finger on the window frame. I came to shout. I have not izdadoh no sound. My fingers blue and a few days it fell nail.
But my cigarette burn completely. In my fingers burning cigarette butt sticks out now. I do not know how some people like to smell of stapyasht to snipe - the smell was disgusting.
I wonder how many long I could bear what is happening around me? I feel empty. How to fill?
Burning cigarette butt more money my fingers. Reduce smoke from watery eyes to them. How I long I could keep burning coal in your fingers and to repeat that it hurts? To believe that it hurts ...
Deafening sound of tearing out sky is interrupted my mind. Again, look out the window. Rampage outside element zavihrya think my cold my impulse. You lie nose, or really sense the smell of bubble over coffee? So though I am not deceived - I am not excluded kafevarkata. Maybe now gurgle preliva and foam blob, hissing as thick plate.
Izgoreliya snipe from the ashes fall on the carpet, but not budge. Why is that? I can tomorrow to gather a vacuum cleaner. If there tomorrow ...
Unfold wide window. Yarostno rain starts fucking my face like needles. Shut your eyes to not feel pain. In my ears prokantyava serious thunder. Shudder, prick all. I love this element. I wish to fields with the sound of heaven chupeshtoto are those flashes.Until my nose reached the smell of smoke. Well. , I presented the first flames lizvat plastic hardware locker over a kitchen stove and laughing. How much material we all ....
I soaked all, the rain continued to slash at me and wet carpet in the room. I do not need cigarettes.
Turn and ustremyavam out. Further than the walls that surround me. My heart beat of crazy spirit. Netarpeliva and excited I am. Bounce out, leaving the smell of smoke and coffee goryashto behind and burst into rain. Tezhestta the drops as it doubled in that moment. But I is not impressive. And run. Faster. Faster. And I bathe in the rain. Tired. Happy. To become a charcoal. And forget the pain.
