Picking up the pack of cigarettes off the nightstand I went over to sit in the old rocking chair next to the window that I had loved as little girl. Speaking of things I had loved as a child, the old beat up stuffed Scooby doo that was the first thing mom had ever bought me was sitting there. I scooped up Scooby, and after lighting the cigarette, sat back in the chair and held it against my chest like I had when I was little. I took a deep drag, and holding the smoke in my lungs for as long as I could slowly let it trickle out of...