He felt, relaxed wasn’t the right word, calm, content, content was better. The chair felt so c
He felt, relaxed wasn’t the right word, calm, content, content was better. The chair felt so comfy as he sat back into and the play of lights through the opposite window held his attention far longer than he expected. Sitting and listening to the man talk he began to understand what his friends meant when they said they wanted to stay all day. It had only been a few minutes and he never wanted to leave. So when the man handed him the cigar and told him he had to smoke it if he wanted to stay he lit it up without hesitation. It didn’t matter that he’d never smoked before, swear he never would. If the cigar was the price of watching the lights and listening to his Owner he’d pay it gladly. -- source link