She stepped out of the awning of the building and inhaled deeply. Roast coffee, toasted bread, motor oil, the clogged drain a block over. The old leather jacket creaked across her shoulders as she hunched the light rain, her messenger style bag bulging at her side. A quick dash and she disappeared into a waiting cab on the curb.
He allowed the gauzy curtain to fall again. The tight clench in his belly slowly released. He exhaled slowly, his lungs deflating with each second, as though expelling an evil miasma.
Tonight, he can sleep again.
NB: Written during the course of this song. No edits.