The Ceiling

It’s fun to stare up at the ceiling, making shapes with the bumps as a kid. The witch sits next to a bear, a star finds itself lodged into a cow.

As an adult it isn’t quite the same. The creatures no longer manifest within the bumps. You see nothing. And it’s 2pm on a Tuesday afternoon. A cat sits next to the recently emptied bins, a bank statement finds itself lodged into the sink.

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