And just like that, I'm alone again. I thought about having another smoke, but I figured it would be better to just call it a day and get some rest.
I walk all the way back to my room. Just as I reach down to open up my new luggage bag, something falls from between my fingers. It's the spent filter. Small dots of gray ash litter the floor as it lands.
I stare at it for a little while.
Eventually I realize I've been hunched over my luggage bag for a whole two minutes, so I throw on some of the clothes I bought over vacation and fall into bed.