I lifted the rock in the corner, and took the half-empty pack of Marlboros into my hand. My fingers trembled as I took a cigarette from the pack. I havent smoked in months I light up, the smoke floats from the blackening tip. I raise the filter to my lips, and breathe in. I feel the smoke engulf my lungs, my throat goes dry. I exhale, releasing every bit of the gray cloud, before taking another drag.