There Was Something Magical About Ceilings

The sun was kissing the horizon; the day was just beginning, and the sweet sounds of the birds morning sound had awakened me. I was sitting in the same spot I do day after day, happy and well rested. I awoke from my peaceful slumber with a large, clanging chime that echoed off the walls and the roof. The sounds of footsteps stomped down the stairs, and there, as always, was Todd. And as he always does, he shuffled his way to the kitchen and turned on the coffee. Finally, as the aroma of burnt coffee grounds filled the air, a new day had begun.

Crunching rocks filled the girl's ears as she woke up. Allison was unaware that she had ever fallen asleep. She opened her eyes and glanced at her phone, which had stopped playing music about an hour ago, based on the fact that it had reached the end of the playlist. "Wake up honey, we're here," Allison's mother whispered. Allison sat up straight and looked out her window. The sun was shining bright for the first time in ages. Allison suddenly spotted her friends walking their horses to the stables.

Every page seems to, instead of wearing her out, motivate her to continue on to the next one. It is like she has rediscovered the kind of writing she had loved when she was younger, the kind she still often found with a short story or school assignment. Without straining herself, she finishes ten pages, fifteen, twenty, thirty.

This week, though, his mind was blank. This idle state of mind frustrated him; he liked to be busy. Carl was not unfamiliar with a creativity block but he couldn’t help longing

The indication of morning had approached; wind halted while the air became temperate. Morning routine of the birds, fetching food for their children, communicating with the others, hatching their eggs. Newly seeded grass shooted out, growing like weeds. The air reminded Mary of a camping trip when she was younger in Yosemite Park. Pinecones and trees gave her the happy memories, ones of her husband and her only child before the accident.

The sun shines through the small basement window of the house. It’s early morning beams piercing across the face of a young girl as she sleeps. It takes awhile for the brightness to penetrate her green eyes but when it does she stretches lazily under the covers closing those eyes for yet one more moment of dreams. She suddenly bolts upright as she remembers what today is.

She sat down on the bleachers on a bright sunny day and began to feel anxious as she thought about her results to see if she got accepted to Clark. Some part of herself was unsure of the decision she was about to make once she got her results. The field that the bleachers were surrounded in were packed with students playing sports. It’s as if time stood still and she was filled with her fears about getting into this school.

She stood in front of stores and admired the things in them, spending about ten minutes viewing sofas through a glass and playing back what she has been wishing for. The opportunity she has been waiting for, the reason she woke up at dawn in Tepoztlan to go up North with Candido, the comfort she wished for and everything Candido promised her was right in Canoga Park. She feels right at

Since it was around seven in the morning and a weekend, Gwen and a well-dressed middle-aged couple were the only ones in the shop. She’s always woken early, ever since childhood, relishing the peace mornings brought before the day started in earnest.

A warm and beautiful morning, birds chirping and flowers blooming…”What can a woman like me do to spend a beautiful day like this?” Asks Sarah herself in the dining table sipping coffee while making breakfast. She has devoted her life to the crime unit, investigating and committed to making a safe city. “I’d wish I had some quality time with my parents and of course with Ryan”, she exclaims.

The rain had been drizzling down all day. It hit my window and pounded on the roof like little beads, a continuous ding. It was a beautiful sound, one that could sooth my racing mind and nerves. I had been tossing and turning for hours, sleep was a useless thought. “Today was the day,” I thought, “State Fair is the make it or break it show of the season.” I rolled over, the block letters on my clock read just passed 12:30 A.M. Who am I kidding, sleep is for the weak. I unwrapped myself from the tower of blankets I had covered myself in and preceded to busy my mind.

Julia and I would wake up to the sound of the joyful alarm clock that played a soft and delicate whisper like it would when the clouds blew on the Earth’s face. We would get dressed and walk over to the balcony to open the blinds so we could let rays from the sun bring daylight into our hotel room. We would start to walk down the long, dark, and quiet hallway.

It was one of those fair autumn days, dry and bright with the perfume of autumn – piquant fallen leaves and the tang of distant wood smoke – a day where anything seemed possible and the future bright. Audra’s spirits could not have been lighter.

Misty dew covers the entire surface of the field. The yellowing corn stalks stand erect and proud until my grandpas tractor comes to end their growth. Autumn slowly weaves its way in and leaves a stain of brilliant color in its wake. Not everyone enjoys such colors, but when you take a second to step outside your doorstep, and look at all the wonders that surround you, you’d be surprised at how marvelous the world can truly be. To me, Autumn is a time for relishing in the colors. Soaking in the oranges and reds while sitting by a warm fire. It’s a time for remembering that everything does end, but it does not have to end in the dreadful way we think it will. Autumn is a time for the closeness of others to keep out the chill of the morning and the starry-eyed darkness of the night.

Two hours escaped without notice, however it felt like centuries for the girl. She never fell into sleep again. The first weak rays of light penetrate the dark sky signaling the approach of dawn. The sun had just broken the horizon and then peeked over. The dark sky was now tainted with a mixture of yellow and orange. As the sun gradually ascended, the room was lit up, bring a sense of life. Although, the girl was not in the sunshine, the warm light of nature's own coloring lit up her eyes and gave a bright flush to her cheeks, and deep red to her lips. The sunshine was a make-up artist who helped the girl look much