Every morning you wake up and say hello to your ceiling, though it doesn't listen. If it could talk, this is what it would say.

RUMPLESTILTSKIN!!!

That's a children's story I don't recall what its about something about golden thread I wonder if that's even possible and there's straw in it too straw is something I haven't seen being a ceiling I cant see anything I just stare at you staring at me I can't stare I cant and yet I do but you don't notice I have eyes do you they're round my aren't they round like circles I'm flat not round like you or even though you are not dancing around a fire dancing round round round like the lightbulb dangling from my centre do any parts of you dangle I don't like dangly things they feel like they will fall off you and burst on the floor or burst into gold straw golds straw gold straw explode explosions make loud sounds I cant hear no ears I'm a ceiling I cant do anything at all except be above you don't talk to me I don't listen I don't listen I listen I listen I listen I listen but I cant but I can't.