It was a sunny afternoon, I woke up from my forty winks; in slight dismalness, due to the whole depletion of viands in my room — regretting the retention and allowance of otiose sheepishness in my comportment.
Due to my shyness, it's largely knotty, for me to cadge for pabulum; from my cronies.
I stayed in my room; lying supine in my meretricious-decrepit bed — cogitating in categorical tumult and reticent torment, engendered personally.
I was vastly engulfed by the hunger magnitude — which made me ignite the Counting of the slightly wide area, superjacent, the planklike wood used for the agglutination of my ceiling.
In intense and harrowing famishment and enervation — I was fantasizing, fatuously for the emanation or appearance of thaumaturgy or outlandish mojo, that could slake the cyclopean magnitude of my munchies.
Unfortunately, there seemed to be no placebo for my quagmiry situation.
A couple of minutes later, the sun faded away and a torrent of rain cascaded monumentally. Suddenly, it quotient diminished and began dribbling, after a while— it petered out.
I opened my copperish door; just for ambulation, for the fictitious alleviation of my peckishness, conceptually.
Anomalously, I emerged into the face of my pococurante and tenement detractors and adversaries.
They sat outside at the front of my room, waiting for the emergence of the pariah; for their churlish and deprecatory gaze and circuitous vituperation.
Incredulously, an opaque sentiment temporarily effaced my mousiness and timidity, then I paced towards a friend tenement — he sat outside, under an umbrella tree; relishing the clemency of the weather.
Precipitously, I uncloaked my state of affairs to him; sympathetically, he told me about a pabulum - brought by his girlfriend and told me the condition of the pabulum: (it was a remnant)
Alacritously, I asked of the pabulum, he retorted; with pellucid indication, I ran pell-mell into his room and devour the tittynope in famishment.