[ WP ] Pitch a gritty reboot for a children 's show .

We have n't had a sunny day here that anyone recalls. The clouds just hang over our heads, reminding us daily of our regrets. The air has a stench of trash, sewage, and broken dreams. 
 
 Children do n't play here; it's a constant struggle. Nothing can ever be OK here. My neighbors, if you can call them that, are like brooding phantoms that I scurry past in the dark alley ways. I live in constant fear of what they might do to me, or what I might do to them, if we ever met. 
 
 Most nights I curl up on the floor, drenched in a foul-smelling sweat brought on by night terrors, like a carpet covered in urine. I can not know peace, even though my door is shut tight, and locked with deadbolts. Locked to keep out the miserable people. 
 
 People like me. What a wretched... 
 
 Darkened day. The toxic clouds are here to stay. I'm on my way to where the dust of my bones and the Earth meet. 
 
 Can you tell me how to get away; get away from Sesame Street?
