Staring At The Ceiling In The Dark Novels & Stories

Jake I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, as the hours crept by. My mind was restless, unable to shut off even for a moment. The darkness of the room felt stifling, and the sheets felt heavy on my body. The ticking of the clock seemed to get louder and louder as I tried in vain to fall asleep. Finally, I gave up and decided to face the morning, watching as the sky turned from black to a deep blue, and then a lighter shade as the sun began to peek over the horizon.

⤝⧫⤞ I wake up, the room is dark but there is no one around. It feels like an endless corridor as I walk around calling out to people. The more I scream the more I receive no answer back only from my echo. Frustrated, I curl up in a ball. I hide my head between my knees as quiet sobs escape my lips. I sit in the position for what seems like hours until a bright light appears in front of me.

I snapped. "Put on the light." He said. I strained my eyes trying to locate the switch in the dark room, I finally did and switched the light on. My eyes nearly popped out of it's socket as I beheld the sight in front of me. Right at the center of the room, a long rope was tied to the ceiling and it hung downwards.

I don't have enough to act on. I don't sleep that night. The hours stretch into a grey, restless blur, the darkness outside the window slowly bleeding into the pale light of dawn. I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, watching the shadows shift and fade, and I feel the weight of everything I don't know pressing down on me like a physical thing.

As bad as they are though, it's better than going hungry and starving to death. The lights above flicker once, drawing my attention. I stare up at the ceiling for a minute, and I wonder how long until they go out and don't come back on. "They've been doing that a lot lately," a small voice says. "I hope they stay on because I'm scared of the dark."

The dark was dominating the sky when I looked out the window, as I tried to adjust my eyes to the lights in the room, with my single left eye opened. Though I was awake, I still didn’t feel like standing up. Another few minutes of lazily lying-in bed, staring into the nothingness of the ceiling. I feel lucky for this very peculiar capability of my psyche. I can stare into nothingness without thinking anything. Might sound, a little hard to understand but it’s an issue with people where they are unable to stop their brain from thinking, even if they look into a void, a thought still keeps invading their mind. Luckily for me, I could stare at something with absolutely not a single thought in m

And I lay there in the dark, her warmth against my side, staring at the ceiling. What is this girl doing to me?

ELENA'S POV I lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling, my mind stuck on repeat. The white tiles above me seemed to melt together, like a painting left out in the rain, their straight lines dissolving into wavy patterns that danced every time I blinked. The harsh fluorescent light overhead didn't help, casting an unforgiving glare that made my eyes ache. I felt lost in the glare, trapped in this small, sterile space with nothing but my thoughts for company. The beeping machines, the quiet hum of the air conditioning, it all blended into the background noise of my own personal chaos.

Vanya's POV: I stared right into the spaces of the ceiling, the dim light from the hallway casting cold shadows that danced eternally like restless spirits. Sleep hand long eluded me all night, my thoughts a tangled web of confusion and doubt. My mind was now a troubled storm of many uneasy questions.

Yes, just a second. I stared up at the ceiling as I felt my eyes roll back into my head. And just like that. The alluring darkness swallowed me whole, and no voices or sounds could enter.