the smell of old cigaret smoke lingers around.
i'm casted out, on full release.
bobbing in the water, the surface is calm and clean.
sitting in an old wooden chair, the arms are covered in maroon velvet. and there's an empty fireplace in the corner.
i sit with my feet up, relaxed yet not reclining.
this was once an important room. i can feel it. it's in the air.
the bobber bobs, tension increased.
distracted by the unseen movement below.
i'm no longer sitting straight up, hunch to my knees, and casual.
there is worry on my brow. but i'm smiling.
sitting back, i slowly sip my whiskey.
everything is going to be okay.