I switched open my lock my door making sure to be quite so my grandparents wouldn't hear and began to drowsily walk down the stairs. I walked over to the fridge and grabbed a Dr. Pepper and softly closed the door. I went over to the front door and unlocked opened it and stumbled outside to the lawn chair on the poach. I plopped down and pulled the pack out of my pocket and grabbed my lighter from the other, I smoke menthols mostly but if I can't get them I'll take anything. As gently clenched the cig filter between my lips I flicked the lighter twice until it lit. I slowly inhaled and held for a second, the let it out slow as sunk down into the chair feeling relived from the slight nicotine high I started to gain. I always loved smoking in the mornings because it gave me a little jump start in my day, and also was relaxing because the annoying ass little kids weren't up yet.
