My last cigarette of the night. Always special, a beautiful ritual. It's so quiet and peaceful. Because I'll be going to bed afterwards, and I still haven't learned to smoke in my rest, I suck extra hard, to make sure I absorb as much nicotine as possible into my voracious lungs, so my body won't wake me up in the middle of the night demanding I get up and smoke. Also, the light is perfect and the smoke looks so beautiful, so alive. Come, share this last cigarette with me.