Napoleon and the monkey

The first cigarette ended and left behind a vast world that he had only reached in a dream. So "Lemon" rose from his bed on top of the first dune, then lit his second cigarette and began walking between the dune's mattresses, as if they were rearranging their locations to pave a path for him to walk on, a path with soft ground. A palatable, captivating scent began to distinguish his nose, resembling the scent of mixed wild roses. He wished for it to increase and increase, until the breeze o...