She looks outside and it's night. Of course, she wakes up at odd hours. But the air is cool and she loves the quiet. Kind of depressing though that she missed the whole day. Gotta fix my sleeping hours, she tells herself as she walks to her window, looking out from the second floor.
Everyone is asleep, and she realizes now is the perfect time to get a smoke. She opens her window and sits by the ledge, looking up at the stars before she lights up.
"Nothing ever happened here," she says as she looks up, talking to a star. "Ever since I moved here, there has been no reason for anything extraordinary to happen. Even to someone like me, who wholly believes in it. I've hoped for it as a child and even as a teen, but at this point, it just feels like that's the way the world goes." She let out a smoky sigh.
"It would be nice…" She thinks, maybe to herself. "There isn't really anyone I can relate to here. There are nice people, but… it's always short of something. There's always something lacking… I'm starting to feel like there's something this world—well, as it is now—can't provide."
She was silent for a few moments. Watching the smoke flow in, flow out.. Flow in, flow out.. Flow in, flow out.. Flow out.. Flow out..
Wait a sec.
Flow out..
She put out her cigarette.
Flow out..
Flow out..
That smoke isn't coming from me.
She looked at the wisps floating gracefully into the air. Bending her head a little, she peered over the ledge. There was a bush blocking the way, and she couldn't quite see. But she swore she could see smoke coming out from somewhere directly beneath her window. She watched as it billowed softly, in a steady rhythm, as if in breaths.
Flow out..
Flow out..
She sniffed, and it smelled like… Snow.
She leaned over a little more, and when she had a clear view over the bush, it was gone.
From the trees in the distance, she thought she heard a rustle. And a… laugh.