life in the ashtray

He was sitting nearer to the window, constantly watching outside through the railing without movement of the eyelid. The door was locked from inside. A ray of light coming from outside through the window like a hope amid uncertainties. The room was full of dark as the lights were switched off. The smoke from the ashtray went closely besides the nose and suddenly his eyes were opened. He got up and the two minute unconsciousness seemed to be a never-ending sleep. The red tip was shrinking, suddenly he took out another cigarette and got it fired from the butt he left in the ashtray and closed his eyes.  Old puffs are replaced by new puffs, the length was shrinking quickly and within eight to nine puffs the cigarette lost its life and he threw it to the ashtray. He was trying to throw the pain outside with the smoke and seemed to be relaxed. Somebody knocked from outside, he went, switched on the lights and opened the door. But the smoke inside the ashtray still directionless and become mad, stroked itself with the wall again and again, revolved around the cavity and not finding the way to come out.