I felt boredom.
I am sorrowful.
She is in love with the charcoal flooring.
I felt dislike for the smoky black, charcoal flooring.
I felt anger toward her.
I felt despisement for her.
I am in love with the impermanence of the etched skin brown-edged logwood guesthouse.
I wait for the sun to rise but it is already noon.
Comicedy 