“I probably need new sheets,” I thought to myself
  “Yup! That’s it. Fresh off the Laundromat.”
   
  “White light too,” I switched on nervously.
  “The orange is making things a bit too yellow.”
   
  “Maybe it’s the settled dust,” I reached out for a rag.
  “It’s taken over my senses. My mind is registering dirt.”
   
  “I’ve got it. It’s the floor,” I frowned in inspection.
  “The broom will whisk those monsters from under the bed.”
   
  “The curtains, the curtains,” I tore at the filth swaying heavily in the breeze. 
  “It’s always these drapes that breed and hold the demons.”
   
  “These clothes,” I looked down and gnawed at my skin
  “The sweat, the grime is polluting my body.”
   
  “I need Valium,” I thought to myself
  “Yup! That’s it. Fresh off the shelf. For a new whole me.”
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"I need love," I cried to myself silently
"I can't kill this entropy."