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Morning after
Do you know what I wish, that I had a girlfriend. But one with whom I could share cigarettes and coffee with.
Wouldn’t that be sweet waking up in the sheets with someone who loves me and just wants me happy?
I’d wear a white t-shirt and she’d wear my white button down to bed because she likes the way it smells.
I’d put coffee on and see a pack of cigarettes on the shelf.
She’d ask do you smoke. Please help yourself.
Now I could tell her I quit months ago and let the mood pass, but those cigarettes stay on my mind while I fill our first glass.
She sits on the floor by a table made expressly for that drink, she takes a sip and begins to think and starts biting her nails.
I get up kind of rough still discombobulated from the night before, in my mind I was going to the sink but I ended up at the shelf. Tossed her a cigarette then nervously helped myself.
I didn’t want our time to end or our one night stand to turn into just that.
She stared at me as I walked back. And slowly stretch out her hand. I carefully took it in mine and explained all the things I felt. She smiled warmly and said you left the lighter on the shelf.
I retrieved that bastard lighter and returned to the light of her eyes. We smoked and talked, we sipped and laughed. We smoked and communicated. She choked I gaged.
After some time passed she was visibly relaxed. Like she found a kindred spirit in me, and I in her. She stares intesenly and states I can make this work. I meet her gaze and never falter for a second. Now we are lying next to each other on the couch, holding each other in a loving embrace sharing cigarettes and kisses.
Would this have happen If not for some type of medium?
I’ll never know but every morning now we share coffee and cigarettes and a few kisses snuck in every once in a while.
