Sitting back in my chair I stare pensively at the white ceiling tile
My eyes focus in and out
The black dots scattering the tile begin to form contrasting shapes
What was once a discombobulated mess is now a fierce monster looking down at me
A smirk crosses my face thinking of the possibilities
My mind keeps making monsters
After a while of forming mystical creatures
I start to focus on the barely noticable mold spots
The pure white suddenly turns into a yellowish brown
The mold is growing ever so slightly as time passes
I watch as it over takes the pure white
Turning into unpure yellow
A smirk crosses my face thinking how much this could relate to my own life
My eyes keep watch as the mold grows
A loud yawn cuts across the mute classroom
I can feel the eyes of others staring
This does not bother me
With my eyes stuck to the ceiling tile
I catch a small bug on the corner of the tile
I believe it is a small spider
Its tiny body moves with great speed as it makes a tiny web
A smirk crosses my face as I examine this tiny creature making something grand
My eyes do not stray away
I watch the spider until the web is complete
Another loud yawn escapes my mouth
My eye lids grow heavy
All I can think of is sleep
I tear my eyes away from the ceiling tile
And put my head on the cold hard desk
The things I witnessed from the ceiling tile begin to fade
My memory goes black as I fall into a deep sleep
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