And then she realized
that she wasn't just remembering the dream -- the haze was overheard
was coming through the ceiling, causing the restroom lights to bend and
shimmer. Julia stopped giggling and stared upward, her eyes fixed on
whatever it was that she knew she had to be imagining. But just as
suddenly the gray haze retreated until it had returned to whatever
unknown sky it had descended from.
Julia felt her body constrict itself to form another giggle, but none
came. She stood up, tossed the butt into the toilet, and quickly lit
another cigarette. Nicotine euphoria swept through her body, but it
would not take her to wherever it was she desperately needed to go.
She dropped the cigarette to the floor and crushed it under her foot.
"Now that was disappointing," she muttered. She felt her throat knot
up with sadness until she heard someone move outside the door. She
looked at her watch -- she had wasted fifteen minutes, and now the
restroom smelled terribly guilty.
The bathroom door creaked open. The fan located above Julia's well
chosen stall expelled the smoke and Julia began flapping her hand as
quietly as she could to speed the smoke on its way.
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