through my head as I place the envelope back in my makeshift safe and
screw it shut. I double check the tightness of the screws, making sure
the outlet won’t open accidentally. After, I pick up the pack of Marlboro
Reds that is sitting on my bookshelf. Why is this so light? Motherfucker. I
barely smoked half of this pack.
I place the cigarette in between my slightly chapped lips. It’s
getting to that time of year again when everyone has chapped lips and
I know I have some chapstick around here but I’m so exhausted from
work that I just throw myself backward on my bed. The second I take my
first puff, however, I hear someone at the door. And now that someone’s
jiggling the handle and sliding a credit card through the door frame. I
freeze. Cigarette still placed in between my lips. The doorknob begins
to shake violently. I run over to the kitchen table. There’s a spatula from
breakfast. I grab it. I grip it lik R&6V&