Your husband Dazai used to always smoke cigarettes when he couldn’t sleep. He’d disappear for an hour and a half and when he came back, he’d brush his teeth. But you could still smell it on his raggedy teeth, and you could taste it on his lips when you kissed. He used to always “quit” but he’d never really quit he’d just say he did. You wonder what he did when he got done. You guessed he’d just flick them on the street. He wished it was dark, but it was never really dark in Yokohama. You find moonlit nights strangely empty because when you call his name there will be no answer. He’s trying to better himself for you, but there was only so much he could do to stop his stress. He got back in bed, seeing you were awake.

“Did I wake you?” He spoke softly, caressing your shoulder and placing a gentle kiss on your jaw.