Reflection

She sat on the counter top

and observed the hanging silverware right above her right shoulder

she lit a cigarette and looked up to make sure that the exhaust was working..

and it was..

So she took her first puff and released the smoke towards the fan..

and watched the smoke disappear before her eyes as she felt the nicotine warm her throat..

Puff.. puff.. puff.. she puffed until the red light at the tip of the cigar died..

and she felt like she too, died..

She felt light headed while the world spun madly on.

When everything went back to normal, she looked at the mirror in front of her..

She observed how she looked and how the cigarette made her red..

Her left cheek was bigger than her right cheek..

Her hair line was receding..

Her arms were a little too fat..

Her knees were filled with childhood scars..

She looked unhappy.. but she wasn't.. but she wasn't sad either.. but it didnt mean she was happy as well..

She asked herself "Are you happy?" and stared at her reflection as if waiting for a reply..

But it gave no answer and just stared back at her..

And with a sigh she just hoped to be found.. Not that she was lost..

Only, she wanted to be found hoping that someone was indeed looking for her..