I laid on the bed with my leg crossed on the other.

Random thoughts of how things were going flashed in my eyes and I felt so unfulfilled.

The emptiness filled me and made me nauseated but I ignored how I was feeling and continued staring at the ceiling.

I just noticed how different the pattern of the ceiling was. I ordinarily wouldn't pay attention to things like this. Boredom!

When I got tired of thinking of how discontented I was, I sighed.

Father always said ...