I'm on my back staring up at the ceiling. Staring at the light and this ladybug. I dunno how it got in here but it keeps flying towards the light. It's little wings clicking against the glass. Every now and then it gets tired I guess and just walks on the ceiling. Then back to flying towards the fake sun. All you see is a blur of red, shadow and the white yellow of the light. It's pretty interesting to watch. Instinct is strong.

Tell me to go to bed.