They are tired of how Simon always smokes, they know that he smokes to make his mind clearer but still smoking is not good for health, so they tried several ways to keep the cigarettes away from Simon but he easily got them again so they tried one way

Simon tried to look for his cigarette everywhere but it wasn't anywhere behind the sofa, on top of the cupboard, anywhere he knew it was their doing but didn't want to say much he still tried looking but still wasn't anywhere

Simon sighed in frustration. He sat down on the sofa, leaning his head on the arm of the sofa He felt tired, his mouth tasted bitter He looked around the room and was surprised to see that his cigarette was stuck to the roof with clear tape

“are you fucking serious? how can I take it up there, even the stairs didn't seem long enough for me to get my cigarettes back” Simon once again sighed he ruffled his hair, his voice sounded hoarse and frustration