Smoke screens circled around her head in the dimly-lit room. She gazed off into the distance, holding the filterless cigarette between her fingers. Her mind escaped to the places she wished her body could go and in a few minutes, she covered several miles of beautiful happiness, carefree people and bright blue skies that yielded to a warm sun.
However this was not to be as she was seated here in this confined space with a half empty glass of water and the stench of her cigarette suffocating the refreshing air.
She stared at the clock for the last time and only a minute had passed since she last gazed on it. It was now 8.31. It is not time yet, she thought. What time? What was she waiting on? Nothing. Except for that imagined place to be here and that time to be now.
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