It is the crack of dawn, yet here I am lying in bed wide awake. Portia downed a few too many drinks last night and her snoring is unbearable. Eish lo mfazi, this woman has the type of snore that chases all the stray cats away. I toss and turn, until I cannot anymore. I get out of bed, grab my pack of cigarettes, cell phone in hand, and I walk out of our bedroom.