As I lay on my bed, I notice the cieling change color.
As I focus closely, I realize that I hate the cieling.
As I breathe silently, I realize the tone I breathe in.
How it is different every time.
I listen to the cieling fan above me, how it clicks and clacks so many times.
I hope it does not fall.
My closet door left open, exposing one weak wardrobe that needs to be updated.
Moving boxes opened and everywhere, showing the long vigorous task still need finishing before the next week's end.

As my eyes slowly begin to shut, sore from remaining open for so long.
I wonder what the next early morning's observations will bring.
Hopefully, a better night's sleep!