I’m now 6 months into the program, and I am now smoking close to pack a day and I seem to always be craving a cigarette. Every time I light up it feels great.
From the moment I wake up, I now desperately crave a cigarette. As soon as my eyes open, there is an insatiable longing for a cigarette.
Each morning I reach over the edge of my bed and grab my pack of cigarettes from the nightstand. My heart quickens with anticipation as I light up and take my first drag.
The now familiar taste and sensation brings a sense of calm. The first cigarette of the day was a moment of solace.
With each subsequent drag, the cravings subside, replaced by a temporary satisfaction. I am also unable to resist the allure of that next cigarette.
My mind is immersed in the world of tobacco and cigarettes. As I study, a familiar companion always accompanies me – a pack of cigarettes and a trusty lighter.
With each page I turned, I reached for a cigarette, the ritual of lighting it becoming almost second nature. The smoke curled and danced in the air, creating a hazy atmosphere that seemed to fuel my concentration.
As I pored over the words on the pages, my fingers would occasionally pause, holding the cigarette between them, as if seeking a momentary respite from the intensity of my studies. The act of inhaling the smoke brought a sense of calm, a brief escape from the demands of academia.
As the hours pass, the room becomes cloaked in a haze and the ashtray beside me slowly fills with cigarette butts. The smoke swirling around me like a silent companion. Occasionally, a cough now interrupts my concentration, a reminder of my progress as my lungs become coated in tar.
I looked at myself in the mirror, a mischievous smile playing on my lips as my eyes landed on the reflection of my stained teeth. They used to be so pristine, so ordinary. But now, they were adorned with the unique marks of my smoking habit. The yellowish-brown stains had become a source of fascination and even delight.
It was as if each stain held a story, a testament to the countless moments of pleasure and indulgence that smoking had brought into my life. The stains were most prominent on the front teeth, proudly displaying the evidence of my beloved habit.
I smiled wider, admiring the way the stains added character to my teeth. They were a reminder that life was meant to be lived fully, embracing both the joys and the imperfections. The stains were a visual representation of the experiences and memories that smoking had brought into my world.
I would continue to enjoy my smoking habit, relishing the stains on my teeth as a symbol of my freedom and unapologetic enjoyment of life.Upvote16Downvote1Go to comments
