Cassius was smiling the last time I saw him. Every time I light a cigarette, I think of his smile; but once I start smoking, the thought fades away. I've been smoking a lot lately. It helps with ... [+]

She'll wake up tomorrow.
She'll open her eyes to a cold day fractured by a beam of light dashed across her face. She'll wait there for a minute, grasping onto the last bit of a fading dream. He ... [+]