After the morning adventure of seeing her best friend off on a train, she walked into her room towards a breathtaking morning. She sat at her desk and began to take in the sounds outside her window. Birds exclaimed their excitement in dozens of different sounds. Busy citizens hustled in their cars down the hill. The trees whistled in the quick and hesitant wind. Occasionally she’d be nearly alarmed by the spuratic barking of the neighbors dogs which would in turn cause to stir the ever nagging geese which were out back. All would settle and she would hear the soft snoring of her room mate. She took a sip of her coffee which was infused with a bit of Southern Comfort, given to her by her friend as a parting gift. She then began to roll a cigarette.
She opened the tobacco package and picked out a filter. After placing the filter into the roller, she slowly pinched some tobacco between her index finger and thumb. She spilt some tobacoo leaves as she started to roll towards herself. Finally she ceased to roll and delicately reached for a paper. Steadily, she slid the paper in between the small opening in the roller and began to rock it towards herself again. At the last turn, she lifted the paper to her mouth and ever so slightly dampened the paper with her tongue. The paper stuck to her lip as she pulled it away and she quickly rolled the remaing slice of paper.
She released the freshly rolled cigarette in her hand then placed it tenderly between her lips. She picked up the matches and tore one from the pack. Holding the match sandwiched between the starter strip and the backside of the label, she swiftly pulled the match to flame. Quickly bringing the lit match to her mouth, she began to inhale. In one swift movement, she dropped the pack onto the desk and flicked the lit match into the turtle shaped ashtray. With her left hand, she pulled the cigarette from her mouth and exhaled, long and slow.
Smoke cleared the window view and she gazed toward the horse fields and made silent promises to nature.