Haiku for Creative Writing 300

Sometimes all we need

is a fuzzy wuzzy bear

hug to keep moving.

Please just stop snoring, 

I have to wake up early

for work tomorrow.

Four in the morning

lying awake, staring at 

the hairy spider.

How come whenever

I try to cook, I end up

burning everything?

Taking the F train 

uptown to Coney Island

is such a long ride.

My head is deeply

sunken into this damn book.

It left an imprint.