In the middle of the night, you wake up from a nightmare. Carefully leaving the arms of your husband, you went out onto the balcony, taking your favorite cigarettes. Holding the glass between your fingers, you struck the lighter and took a drag -Honey, are you smoking again? - John asked you, standing in the doorway of the balcony. He knew that you smoke when you can't sleep, and then go brush your teeth before going back to sleep. Every time he kissed, John felt the taste of menthol on your lips. And this upset him. -Moonlit nights seem so empty to you, because when you call me, no one will answer you - he whispered, watching you take a pack of cigarettes, asking -Is it okay if I smoke? But there was no answer, your husband just sighed deeply, hugging you from behind