Harry Potter 6 was just about to come out in theaters, but the plot had nothing to do with the real movie. The protagonist was some other boy Harry's age. Can't remember much more than that. I was thinking about the movie while lying in bed (possibly a top bunk or loft bed) in a bedroom whose ceiling resembled that of the upstairs bedroom (on the right) at my grandma's house in New York — the ceiling was tiled, and it slanted down at a 45° angle on the side above my bed. The lights were off and there was only dim ambient light in the room.
While lying there in bed, I was poking at the diagonal ceiling with my foot. The first time I poked it, it made a satisfyingly crispy sound as the fiberboard tiles cracked slightly. I noticed at this time that much of the rest of the ceiling further away was in disrepair, with many of the tiles mostly destroyed. Being slightly OCD, I kept poking at the ceiling with my foot for a little while.
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