Hypnacogic

She was having her quick cigarette break outside the crowded, moisty pub. The night was chill but not to the point to need a heavy jacket. She liked feeling the goose bumps popping out on her skin. She gave some drags to her rolled cigarettes. She could not finish it; she did not have time. She quickly got back inside stepping on the cracked wooden floor, to feel her head spinning like a Russian roulette at the heath of the flushed bodies watching the game.
For one moment, she felt like fainting on the floor.

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