I cant remember when exactly my eyes opened. I'm staring straight at the large window to the left of my bed, the blinds peaking open slightly projecting rays of light onto my ceiling, fluttering with the ever spinning blades of the ceiling fan. The glow illuminates the barely trickling fishtank that blocks the window's lower right corner. In hindsight, while i thought the sunlight would make the tank appear more clear and calming, the placement of it was moronic, as instead it provided agae with an excellent sorce of energy. Unless i scrubbed the glass walls once a week, the algae would conquer it's entire 20 gallon world.