Smoke in My Eyes

Peter lit a cigarette, he bathed in the smoke inside the tiny room. He sat peacefully, dreaming of nothing, just darkness, silence, being absolutely no one. "Pete!!" A voice shouted from outside that brought him back to this floating rock from which he exists, he listened carefully for the voice again...... Nothing. He took another drag, a ribbon of smoke wandered into his right eye, he blinked uncontrollably, it stung, he closed both eyes and drifted slowly back into his dark abyss. A few minutes passed and again "Pete!!!!!" Louder, stronger, more Affirmitive that it was actually there. "What the fuck!!" Shouted Peter angrily, "this fucking asshole," he said silently. He put out his cigarette and walked slowly to the other room and laid on his bed, alone, cold, the lights were out. He put a pillow over his head so he could shut out the outside world "blow it all up, blow it all up, blow it all up, blow it all up," he repeated as if commanding some outside force. "PLEASE!!"