My Cubicle

I’m inside this cubicle, and I don’t know what it is about cubicles, but it’s part of those little things that make me feel comfortable and content. It’s like a little home. I’m at my schools library studying for my philosophy test tonight.
I’m at that point in the note taking process where my hand just gives up. My words are becoming slanted and slightly cursive. I’m too lazy to make each word their own so I connected them all. I don’t even know if what I wrote are letters… I’m hungry and sleepy. But I love this cubicle. I don’t know what it is about cubicles. It’s like a little discrete cave where no one can know what you’re doing. It’s just you and whatever is in there with you.
It’s dumb but I fucking love cubicles. I feel like i’m repeating myself but i’m honestly just trying to discover why I find them so awesome.