Lucid smoke

Standing out in the balcony staring at the moon befogged by the clouds, he lit up a cigarette. His thoughts suddenly became alive as the first puff melted away with the steering wind.

It was that time of the day when he would be at his most thoughtful self; all the procrastinated plans would come up one by one like an advancing queue at a take-out restaurant. The decisions were quick and spontaneous.

He hadn't called back home in while, mom would be really worried. He knew he definitely liked the girl, but he hadn't talked to her for a while now, she hadn't called back too. He knew his new initiative is going to take him a long way; he would definitely make that presentation tomorrow. He is going to start writing his new book too, the ideas are plenty, it's definitely going to be the next bestseller. And the guitar which was bought a month back and disposed off in the corner, he will definitely spend the next few months mastering it, the girls love the rockstar kind. The paunch has also become visible, he would definitely start working out; he was never the unfit kind.

As he blew out the puffs of smoke, the story became more and more elucidating. With all the chores lined up, he put off the cigarette butt. This is definitely going to be his last cigarette, he has been intending to quit for some time. He was somewhat content and stared at the silver crescent in the sky with a gratifying demeanor. The moonlight was abridged by the passing clouds as he stood there staring.

It was a while when he realized he has been standing out there gazing at nothingness. He shook his head as if trying to shake himself into consciousness and lit up another cigarette.