Lazy afternoon

Miss Martin sat by her window with a cigarrete in her hand and the scent of violets in her hair. It was a lazy summer afternoon, the kind that makes one sleepy and dreamy.
 Miss Martin had no plans or any immediate thoughts, she was happy to follow the trail of the smoke  as it swirled about and disappeared right through her long, slender fingers.
 And just like the smoke, another day slipped by...