Not Cracking Up

Straightening my back by lying down on the carpet in “my”room, it was eerie to discover there were no cracks in the ceiling.

An entirely different view. AND no cracks. It was all pristine.

Like after a fresh coat of paint. Or a new slate.

Clean. New.

Like all my new life.

Cracking Up

I lay panting on the cold floor. My mini-workout had, like everyday, winded me.

And that’s when I saw it: a crack in the ceiling.

“Huh. I have never seen this crack before,” I thought to myself. “I wonder how long it has been there.”

And that’s when it hit me – soon, there’ll be a different ceiling to locate cracks on.

An entirely different view. All-new cracks.

First chink in the armor…