Creative writing off the top of my head

At some point or another… no I shouldn’t…must keep moving. Apparently the Sahara has found a new home in my mouth and the high fructose sugar water tempts me with its over saturated labels of post-consumerism screaming buy me! There, segregated by at lease a shelf, maybe two, sits the lonely, boring, water like the shy puppy at the pound. All over my room the skeletons of these lonely souls litter my living space. The sound of their plastic bones snapping at the weight of my step makes my hair stand on end.