The night sky.

The room is filled with smoke. The glass in your hand is empty. Your eyes are watery. You decide to take a walk out. You tell a friend you're going out for a bit, you smile as she doesn't accompany you. You walk out the door, down the stairs. You don't need to hold on to the railings for support, good. You reach the garden. Ah, fresh air. You find the swing next to the bench empty. You go sit on it and start swinging. You look up at the sky and you get a head rush. You stop, get the music player out of your pocket and plug in the earphones.

Music.

You start swinging again. You look up and see the black sky between the leaves. Sparkling stars, a far away planet.