Intended approach to cigarette lips. Her body is smooth, drink and smoke penetrates into my lungs. I feel how my head is zamayva. In light trans am.
The clock on the wall irreversibly otbroyava seconds of my life expiring, and I sit, immersed in twilit terrible silence of the room. Ashes from the incineration cigarette fell on the floor, but does not budge. And why me? To stooped to gather? And without it can zatapcha in carpet and the next day it izsmucha a vacuum cleaner.
Look me in the rain outside ree diaper. Call drops in glass and razmazvat all. I wonder if I forgot kafevarkata included. I do not drink coffee, but my habit. Gurgle presented how foam comes out and poured out of talazi on nagoreshtenata plate of the oven and everything nabiva with the smell of roasted coffee. Whether coals smolder on record?
Komshiite day so you set the apartment. Small daughter played the "mothers and children" and decided to bake a subsidiary of the oven with reotani because they could find tostera but forgot them and they become of coal ... Zavesata be handled ... Half burn their kitchen.
Rain is out of effort. Once again pull on a cigarette. I do not go to check whether kipi coffee. I do not smell of burning, so there is still time. Sash, however, I was very awkward, but not budge his head. I repeat you must learn to get used to pain. As did two days ago, when his finger priskripah the frame of the window. I came to shout. I did not izdadoh no sound. Posinya my fingers and after a few days it fell nail.
However, my cigarette burn completely. In my fingers tleeshtiyat snipe sticks out already. I do not know how some people like to smell of cigarette butt is stapyasht - the smell is disgusting.
I wonder how long I could bear what is happening around me? I feel empty. How to fill?
Goryashtiyat snipe money now my fingers. Nasalzenite reduce smoke from their eyes. 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 thoughts. Again, look out the window. Rampage outside element zavihrya my mind in its cold gust. Lie me nose or really detect the smell of bubble over coffee? So though I am not deceived - I am not really excluded kafevarkata. Probably at the moment is rife and gurgle foam blob, hissing at nazhezhenata plate.
Ashes of izgoreliya snipe falls on carpet, but does not budge. And why me? I can tomorrow to get a vacuum cleaner. If there is a tomorrow ...
Wide open window. Yarostno rain starts fucking my face like needles. Shut your eyes, not to feel pain. In my ears prokantyava another thunder. Twitch, prick all. I love this element. I wish to fields with the sound of chupeshtoto is sky and lightning.To my nose is the smell of smoke. Well. Presented how the first fire lizvat plastic plating catering locker over the stove and usmihnah. How much material we all ....
I Podgiznala all, the rain continued to snap 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 I am excited. Bounce out, leaving the smell of smoke and burning coffee behind and burst into rain. Severity of drops as it has doubled in this moment. But I is not impressive. And run. More quickly. More quickly. And bathe in the rain. Tired. Happy. To become carbon. And forget the pain.
