Write a four paragraph story that begins with this quote from Henry David Thoreau: "I have immense appetite for solitude, like an infant for sleep, and if I don't get enough for this year, I shall cry all the next."

I have immense appetite for solitude, like an infant for sleep, and if I don't get enough for this year, I shall cry all the next.  I am sick almost to death of my fellow astronauts.  When I signed up for this 2 year mission on the space station, I didn't realize the other people on the station were going to be so annoying.

It's not just the incessant pranks they play on me either.  Gone are the days of John Glenn's sign saying "No Handball Playing" in Allan Sheppard's space capsule.  Now they put space rations in your suit and draw pictures on your forehead when you are sleeping.  I can't even listen to my own music on my headphones anymore, since they sabotage my playlist constantly. They are always saying, "Come on, Jack, have a sense of humor," but after 15 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days up here, my humor is LONG gone.

I have nine months left on this rust bucket, but there is this feeling of desperation inside me. Emotionally, I have to get away, but logically I realize the impossibility of it all.  Unlike Thoreau, I have no Walden Pond to retreat to, I cannot escape into the natural world without doing injury to myself or others.

The others will just have to understand.  If they don't want to be sucked into the cold vacuum of space or responsible for me turning into a screaming, drooling idiot, they will have to give me some space.  No the pun was NOT intended.  I need to work on that, or they will never take me seriously.  Jeez, I want to go home!