Reaching back, I propped the pillow up behind me and leaned back into it. For the next few minutes I let my mind drift idly as I smoked the cigarette. Despite the nightmare I felt oddly calm especially considering the potential shitstorm that could be coming when I went to see Mark later. Maybe it was the few hours' sleep I'd gotten, or maybe it was just the fact that the day was here. Only thing I knew for sure was, one way or another, my life was going to be very different by the end of it. Leaning over to put the cigarette out, my eyes found the sketch...