As i lay on the floor of our house this afternoon, i got a clear view of our ceiling since the benefit of the sun’s light that is directly tilted to our window. While i was looking to our ceiling, i took a mental note of its look: some parts are painted in dirty white (not really sure if it’s the original color or maybe just a byproduct of dusts and time), a few were not and are in the mixture shades of brown and beige, the color of a usual plywood. When drowsiness came after a much time spent, i dreamt of laying down in an open space at night where soft but a bit itchy grasses serve as my bed instead of the cold, hard floor. My sight is fixed where millions of sparkling stars display above me rather than a lifeless unevenly toned ceiling. The mood is cool and chilly but there’s a presence of warmth inside me instead of the standard boiling temperature of a tropic in an afternoon melts my skin. My nostrils are stuffed by the natural scent of mosses and earthy fragrance of soil rather than the aroma of a hot bilo-bilo. Bilo-bilo, a popular afternoon delight of Filipinos, a ‘mirienda’ at 3pm. And right then, i was taken back to reality as soon as it hit me, it’s already 3 in the afternoon and i should get ready for the 4pm mass i always attend to. I jumped out of my daydream to prep myself though decided to just attend the succeeding mass.