Smoke slips its way through the cracked window, residing from the cigarette lit between Valeria’s lips. You wake up from the tobacco smell filling your nose and immediately are met with the sight of Valeria, standing beside the window and blankly staring out over the city your home sits above.

A soft sigh and she flicks the ashes off her cigarette and out the window, the wind taking it away. Lately, she’s been up more often, the nights turning longer and more restless.