Constellations of the Concrete Ceiling

Many people would find it weird.

To see a man lying down

and staring up at the ceiling above him.

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His legs are straight.

His arms are folded against his chest.

There are no pillows.

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What does he see

in the different shades of grey

that have seeped in from the floor above?

What kind of meaning

does he see

in the grainy constellations

that are scattered above his head?

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Is it the answer to his burning question;

what shall I have for dinner tonight?