Feeling Like It

I feel smokey. Translucent and ghostly, vaguely bad for myself. Swirling aimlessly, snaking. Gray.

The music has been loud today...slowing down now with The Doors. The breeze through my window is soft and cool as kisses. My hair is wet. My feet are bare. I'm warm and smell like soap.

But I feel like smoke.

I like it.