Sheer boredom.

"Even if disinterested, some must be intrigued what could spark a man to write so little with so many words.

To that I merely have to say, boredom, sheer boredom as I lay in captivity of my own body. This is my tribute to being too sick to function, but never too sick for (late night) shenanigans."

A short story about my late night venture to get a midnight snack whilst I'm sick, and all the troubles that come with it. Enjoy!

English isn't my first language, any tips on improvement or mistakes pointed out are welcome.