I book a flight to Thailand to a detox place.
I quit smoking in 12 days.
I lose 7 pounds weight while quitting. Normally people gain 13 pounds, I lose seven.
A weird thing happens to me on the day 10.
I get a stalker, a nasty Mr. Invisible, following me everywhere I go, stinking of old tobacco.
I catch him on the day 12.
He is not a person. He is a purse. He is my purse, the purse I am carrying for the past 6 months.
I figure … I stink and I do not notice. I stink of cigarettes, my purse, my jacket, my laptop.
Past tense. I stopped smoking.
Coco and I are a universe and 53 pounds apart.