Have You Never Been Mellow?

He rolled the first joint of the evening. It was a fat offering with more herb than tobacco. He needed it after the day he'd had.
He licked the edge of the papers and rolled it into a form resembling the bag from an old upright Hoover before lighting it.
He took a massive toke and allowed the smoke to sit in his lungs for a good twenty seconds before exhaling.
He could feel himself relaxing with each draw he took. He grinned to himself.
Before he had finished the spliff he was asleep.
It burned his fingers without waking him.
It fell from his hand and scorched his jumper without waking him.
It rolled down the side of the cushion of his chair and the cheaply-made furniture caught fire almost immediately.
Nothing woke him.