"Do you want to know the secret to life?"
he taps his finger on his cigarette to drop the ash. He looks into your eyes as thick smoke escapes his parted mouth.
you glance down at the table. His stare is piercing.
"Embrace the possibility that you're not even here, that this is all a dream."
You keep your eye on him as he leans in closer…
"Now release the presumption that it is your dream."
He gets up and walks away. You stay seated watching the smoke rise from the still lit cigarette in the ashtray.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez