Smokey

Calm Before the Storm

I laid on the couch and watch touched the scented smoke that blew out into the quiet room. The fire sizzled and cracked quietly as the fan in the fireplace hummed. The TV played a cliche TV show on a low level volume and flicked from ad to show, ad to show. The kitchen light illuminated the kitchen itself and part of the small lounge room. A blue light sat on a little counter by the master bedroom, gently lighting the rest of the lounge room. The recently extended lounge room was hardly lit but this house was never as bright as day, even at midday. The little lounge wall had just been taken down, making it bigger. It now revealed how small the house really was.
Blinds were shut to keep the warmth in. One blind stopped at a bunch of vases and cups and little sculptures on the window sill. Where those cases were was a messy desk. In fact, that corner of the room was fairly messy.
My dads guitars lined the wall where the blue lamp was. The guitars sat proudly on their stands, showing off their years of use while still being looked after. They've been loved. Then next to the guitars sits a vacuum cleaner. A cheap vacuum cleaner. It didn't seem out of place at all. This little shack of a house was full of the good, bad and in between so almost nothing looked out of place. Except my shoes. My brand new, white Adidas shoes. They were not meant for a place like this. This was the creek. A dirty, adventurous, fun-loving place. My shoes are not the important thing though. Even though they are amazing and are too good to go in my closet and I have kissed them several time, BUT THAT IS BESIDE THE POINT.
I ran my hands over my braids and noticed the shower going. My dad had left for a bikey meeting and my sister was at her friends. My brother never escapes his room and my dads girlfriend was the one in the shower. I sat alone, deep in my own thoughts in the lounge room.
The smoke seemed weaker now, kind of dying. However I couldn't remember what it was like before. I inhaled some of the scented smoke and tasted the sweetness of it.
I love smoke in all different kinds and forms. Even if it's bad