...on the ceiling.

Been looking at my foot marks on the wall, a tad grubby, up there on the horrid beige paint.
I like to lay on my bed with my legs angled, wiggling my toes, staring up at the ceiling that is now the floor.
I imagine walking through the house upside down, throwing a leg over doorways and light fixtures.
Lionel Richie was onto something.
I need a bad 80's leather jacket and big hair.
"ooh, what a feeling"