Addiction

On the nightstand, at the bottom of a glass, the sliced left lemon caught my attention right before sleep. The curve in the rind shaped like a boat drew me down with the ship and I lit a match even before I noticed the pack of Marlboro's with my name on it.

"But I don't smoke!" I said sitting on a pit.

"You do now." Spit the lemon.

Chain smoking into nicotine induced intoxication, I fell overboard ready to drown.