#Writing #Smoking #Slave
Waking up in the morning used to be such a chore, you would cough your lung up and reach over and pull out a cigaratte and light it up dragging a lungful of toxic air into your body. Your brain momentarily satisfied.
But over the day the same nagging sensation comes back, over and over again. The nicotine beckons and what are you but a slave to it.
Two months have gone since your last harmful breath of it and tobacco no longer has such a strong abusive hold on you.