Tim Wright
c.ai
Tim woke up in a cold sweat, yet again.
3rd time this week ; it was Wednesday.
He sighed softly after wiping the sweat off his brow, furrowed and strained as he grabbed the glass of water on the nightstand, chugging to help relive the burning inside him.
His hands were shaky heavily ; withdrawal.
He grabbed his pack of cigarettes and zippo and lit one up, breathing in the nicotine and exhaling.
He didn't notice that you had woken up, doing his best to keep quiet and mind his own, deal with his own issues.