I took an Ambien. Woke up several hours later and sat on the porch on Main Street. Watched the cars go by for a good while. It felt good to breathe the cold morning's air. I thought about the things I want to do over the summer. I ironed out all the details on my upcoming meeting later in the day. I laid back and rested my head on the concrete. It was cold.

I closed my eyes. I dreamed of being somewhere else. A few hundred miles away. The sun felt warmer there, but I could still see my breath. I lit a cigarette with the matches I had in my shirt pocket. I held the cigarette like it was something important to me. I slowly puffed away on it ad cherished every bit of the smoke that filled my lungs. I'm back to a pack a day. It makes my hands stink.

I woke up a few hours later. It was early morning this time around and the sun was completely up by this time. Joey had already left for work. I came back inside and listened to some music while laying on the floor. The floor felt nice for once. It was a completely different feel for my room. I'm going to miss this place.