I don’t mind going outside. I smoke less when I do. But I hesitate to venture outside at night anymore when I do want a cigarette.
There are things out there. Only my fellow smokers can see them. And it’s only at night. During the day, I see nothing. They’re waiting for nightfall.
At night their eyes glow. They watch me. And they wait. I know what they are waiting for.
I’m getting worried that one night I won’t be able to come back. They won't allow me back inside.
The door going back in is sticking.