Mark made his way back to his boat. It was dark now, but luckily he kept a sleeping bag on the boat. Always be prepared was his motto, but he wasn’t sure he could’ve ever been prepared to find an island of inch tall people.
Mark laid his sleeping bag out on the ground, and took a final drag off of his cigarette. He plucked Mike off of it before flicking it Into the lake.
“I’m gonna have to get some rest. I’m gonna put you somewhere safe and we can continue talking in the morning.”
Mark opened his cigarette box and dropped Mike in, closing the top and sitting it beside of his sleeping bag before climbing in and dozing off.
***
Mark awoke to the sound of the lake bashing against the beach. It looked like rain, and he contemplated if he should leave. But he had a deep desire to explore more. He grabbed his cigarettes and opened the box, and saw Mike awake and eagerly wrapped around one of the filters. He said nothing, but instead slid the cigarette and the little man between his lips. He lit it and inhaled deeply, thinking that nothing beat that first cigarette of the morning. Having a tiny man on it only amplified that feeling.
Mark sat on the beach enjoying his morning cigarette. When he was done he slid Mike onto his hairy belly and crushed the cigarette out into the sand.
“Mornin’ tiny.”
“Good morning! I hope you enjoyed your smoke.”
“I did. I think I’m ready for another.”
“With me on it I hope.”
“I wanna try something a little different this time.”
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