A bath is about relaxing. Smoking is about relaxing. And smoking after a bath, that’s like relaxing squared. I’m sitting by the window in the late afternoon light, wearing only a towel. The smoke lingers in the humid air, clings to my damp hair. I take my time with my cigarette, savoring every drag, feeling my lungs absorb the nicotine. It’s so peaceful. I rub lotion on my bare legs - but I could use some help. There’s room – come, sit with me.