.. sin of sins, as it is today... ...and, if you've never smoked,.. you won't get this...
... but,..
... it was the last one in the pack,..
I couldn't sleep,.. it was dark...so, I pulled it out, and threw it on the bed,... crumpled the empty pack, and tossed it aside...
I reached for the last gem I had, laying upon the bed, and stuck it to my lips... and flicked the lighter,.. spark, spark, spark,... twenty or thirty times... but no light...
Uhh...
So, I get up and go to the lighter fluid on the bookcase, pop the bottom off the lighter, cigg still dangling from my lips... but, it's too dark to see...
In,... to the bathroom,.. where the closest light is... and in front of the sink,... I fill the lighter with fluid, and replace the cover...
... as I flick the lighter,.. I look up into the vanity mirror, and see myself,... as the lighter approaches the white filter end of the cigarette between my lips...
... and I thank the angel that made me get up, and put me though all this nuisance, in the middle of the night... to spare me, that rank taste of sucking burnt filter into my lungs...
Smoking is bad enough... bless my angel for sparing me this horrid, indignity.....
What would I do without you, my angel?...

.. .
Somewhere, in some way... there exists a very busy being,... that has saved my life, more than once... and even watches for such ludicrous behaviour as, lighting the wrong end of my smoke, in the middle of the night...
I'm just glad I noticed my reflection in the mirror... or the next step might have been to make the ceiling fan crash unto my head...
These angel folk,... are a stubborn people...
They will make themselves heard...
One way, or,.. another...

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