As the autumn sun begins to rise, he crawls from the bed. Exits the room, and heads for the kitchen. Same routine as always. Dragging his feet across the cold tile floor makes him aware the day has started.
He reaches for the coffee, thinking of the soft pillow he left moments before. Knowing full well the only thing better will be strong, hot coffee and the long first puff of a Marlboro Light 100.
He grows impatient. The need for nicotine overwhelms his thoughts, his clarity.
He skips the coffee, goes outside, and strikes a match.
Suddenly, everything is better.