My thin fingers slide across the floor they grasp the silver flip top lighter tightly I snap back the top and place my stubby thumb on the light Making a few quick snaps of my thumb the room blinks from black to barley illuminated I am wedged between the two corner walls my hand drops to the shag style carpet curiously searching, groping, feeling Only a moment in time passes as my hand returns with a smoke I lay the number 27 blend in my mouth, pieces of tabacco slowly falling from the overpacked tip I then pull the tarnished metal light close to my face I stare for a quick second at the only light the room holds then sharply breathe in as my cigarette becomes incinerated I snap the top closed and once again sit wedged between the two corner walls in the dark
