SOPHIA
As soon as I open my eyes in the morning, I feel an excruciating craving for a cigarette. Lucky for me, I already know the best place to have one.
I slide into a sitting position and stretch my upper body like a cat. My eyes betray me, falling to the sofa.
Last night, after discovering where everything was in this compact house, I crept back into the room only to find Abdallah sprawled on the sofa that barely held half of him.
I felt kinda bad but then I decided, oh well, he has married me, might as well face the consequences.
Grabbing a pack of Marlboro lights and a lighter, I slip my feet into a pair of fuzzy socks and run around the room like a loon. Withdrawal symptoms make you this way, I guess.
In my sleepy haze, I hadn’t realised that everything –except my socks- were
