When I woke up from the nightmare again, the room was still dark and quiet. I stood up and walked to the window, opened the curtains and opened the window. The coldness of the late autumn night made me shiver, and the face that appeared in the dream suddenly disappeared from my mind like smoke.
I leaned my whole body against the window railing, lit a cigarette, and had no desire to smoke. I was fascinated by the light on the end of the cigarette. At this time, my brain was extremely tired, and I couldn't even think of a coherent thought. I stretched the hand holding the cigarette out of the window and watched the wind blow the light flickering, like a dying firefly. The street lights on the road downstairs were shining coldly, and occasionally a car would pass by quietly, making everything quiet and a little decadent. I let go of my hand, and the cigarette in my hand disappeared into the darkness. If a person falls from a height, will it be like that lit smoke, quietly ending its own light? I came up with this idea out of boredom, glanced at the gray night scene, closed the curtains, fell into bed and went to sleep...