As she stepped onto her back porch she saw what she had been doing. There was an ashtray and cigarette butts all around. She thought back to all the times she had come out here, as a child it was to cry and pet her dog for comfort, as an adult she had chosen to slowly kill herself with cigarettes. She had always sat on that picnic table...she had always felt hidden back here...well today was the day she swept up all those memories and threw them away. It was time for her to join the real world, without escape.