The Other Hand

So yesterday I cracked. I was walking to class and all across campus there were people everywhere with cigarettes. I was surrounded, swamped. When I got to my building, there were people everywhere, the scent of tobacco drifting on the breeze. I sat down out front of the class and battled with myself - should I try to bum one?

When finally I had lost the battle with the nicotine monster, I looked around, trying to find someone who wasn't smoking a menthol. But as I scanned the crowd of students enjoying the sun, I couldn't spot a single cigarette. By the time I had surrendered to the monster on my back, all of the smokers had finished and dispersed.

Feeling simultaneously cheated and saved, I went around to the back of the building where my class was held. Sitting out back in the sun was this guy in my class. I never knew his name, but we talked from time to time in between class. I sat down next to him and he held out a cigarette. "Want one?"

I shook my head but reached for it anyway. He lit it. HEAVEN.

The wonderful rush filled me, and as I felt it, I realized I didn't want it or need it.

When I woke up this morning everything went my way. The sun is shining and there's a slight breeze. I feel like I can smell the spring. What's more is I haven't had a single craving yet. I think, despite my slip up yesterday, that I've actually kicked the damn thing.

Here's hoping!
Day 4: cigarettes 0