Sitting, alone, in the dark he can hear the water dripping only five feet behind him.
"Fucking faucet." He mumbles.
He can see only the red glow from his cigarettes cherry, as he sits alone..........in the dark.
"Why do I dream?" he thinks, as he take the last puff from the burning cancer stick in between his fingers.
"Well I guess its time to go back to bed now......at least there, in my dreams, It's not so boring...