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Thursday Night's Hellish Adventure

I went to sleep last night
Because I had nothing better to do
I had visited every room in the house
Thirty or forty times
In hope of inspiration
But there was none
I had hundreds of projects
And nothing to do
And so I searched
I looked longingly into the emptiness
Of the full refrigerator
But I wasn’t hungry
No one was home to call
And, fully knowing this fact
I called anyway
Just in case
But there were no miracles
No one was home
No friends
No family
And no relief
I was bored
And alone
And increasingly depressed
So I went to bed
In hope of finding company
Somewhere in my dreams
But no one was there
I couldn’t sleep