Typical Day - Drabble

He was all alone that night, as he sat atop the skyscraper, one leg dangling over the edge while the other was tucked into his chest. A cigarette was burning on his lips, sending plumes of smoke into the night sky. He removed the cigarette from his lips and let out a heavy sigh instead. With a slight shrug he flicked the cigarette over the edge of the building and stood up in one swift motion to reveal his pristine white wings that cascaded the city with feathers whenever they moved.
Yeah, today was going to be another boring day.