My kingdom. My kingdom for some water. My kingdom for some cheese, a poodle, a book. Here just have it, my kingdom, I don’t want it really. Smoke dry in my throat, hallow empty void of all but toxic smoke. Cozy, my kingdom for cancer, who would give a kingdom for that? Let alone water or cheese.
These thoughts jumped through his head with no rhyme or reason, just floating, existing and changing. His internal clock jarred him and he glanced at his wrist, hoping to prove it wrong. 3:15 always seems to come to fast and 5:30 not fast enough. He pulled his last puff from his cigarette and flicked it away. Walking back to work he looked around outside, it was going to rain again.
It never rained when you wanted it to but when it did it was like a tiny piece of heaven, the piece no one else seemed to want.
He stepped through the front door, keeping his eyes on the ground; he smiled as the receptionist said her hello, his mind still on the tiny piece of heaven and how it made her look.
-Tangent
