The Table of Life?

I sit down in my dreary room, next to a lonesome couch, and a table in the corner appearing devoid of any sign of life. The table groans and creaks clearly not appreciating the burdensome weight of my arms. A pencil rolls off as if making a desperate attempt at escaping it's drab surroundings. Reaching down i put an end to his pitiful attempt of an escape. A sudden scuttle steals the attention of my eyes and i come face to face with a small fortress. The fortress spread and sealed off an entire corner of my room. It's size was tens, no hundreds of times bigger than it's inhabitant. The tiny spider had made a home out of a place which contained nothing. The spider quickly moves into the darkness and disappearing from my site. I resume my previous work leaving the spider to his boring existence. But as quickly as i had started working, i became distracted with the various doodles that appeared on my desk. Various battles and epic wars were etched into this table. Snoopy was defeating the death star in an aerial battle for the sky, aqua man was finally mercilessly slaughtering the justice league and the earth had embraced the existence of extraterrestrial life. I attempt to shake off my imagination and focus on my work, but procrastination gripped my mind in a vice-like grip. My computer stares me straight in the eyes, full of blinding light. I take a second look at my surroundings, nothing has changed. However my understanding of my surroundings has. It is no longer devoid of life, but filled with the idea of creation. I look back at my bright lit screen and utter a prayer. I thank life for giving me the chance to embrace the internet.