I woke up on Monday morning craving a cigarette. Normally, as a person who gave up the regular woodbine more than five years ago, I ignore these urges, but that morning was different.
So I found myself outside sitting on a chair, puffing away and feeling the sun on my face. It was a good feeling and I sat there for a while smoking my way through one cig, before putting it out, pausing for a bit and then sparking another. I went on like that for some time, with my housemates one by one appearing to ask what I was doing and me sitting out there staring at stuff and smoking. I felt like a smoker. It was cool. Then I remembered I didn’t really smoke so I went inside and didn’t do it again.