I open my eyes,
staring blankly at the pink wall
outstretched infinitely before me
by my rumpled bed
like a mat on the floor.
I twist and turn
Stretching my sleepy skeletons
like a cock under a morning sun
away from its cage.
My eyes fall on the blue rug
running underneath my bed
and the window blind lets the rays
of the sun throw long shadows across.
I pulled my head back to the pillow
and this time the white ceiling stares back at me like a wide eyes with no pupil
pink wall, blue rug, white ceiling,
all staring at me this Sunday morning,
and my mind stares back with empty spaces inside me –
like Facebook does,
I ask you only one thing:
What’s on your mind?
like rays from heaven.