“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."