24 Hours Later

It's been 24 hours since my last cigarette and so far ,so good. Good old Nic-O-Tine is right here waiting , teasing, and laughing at me. Just one puff, what can it hurt? Just one will take the edge off. I've heard, said, and made enough of those excuses in the past 33 years. Now it's time to just face myself and face life without nicotine. To be honest, I don't feel a real urge to have a smoke,but I find myself reaching for one just out of habit. So now it becomes mind over matter. I don't mind so nicotine doesn't matter. I refuse to be controlled anymore.