Today's OneWord: Past

It was long past my bedtime, but I didn't care. I found my mother's pack of cigarettes in her purse. Right between her lipstick and her pocket mirror, just the way she always left it. Then I kicked open my window and shuffled onto the slanted roof, letting the smoke of my first lit stogie mingle with the fog of the autumn night.

Across the street from my house was Arthur's house. He must have been asleep by now. The stars were particularly bright just the trees nearby, though I wasn't exactly sure why.