I was vaguely aware that now the ceiling and floor seemed as they should be.

Looking up, you find yourself in an atrium where the ceiling seems to have disappeared.

The ceiling seemed to rise about ten or twelve feet.

The entire ceiling of the vehicle seemed to vanish and they could see in all directions.

The sparkly white ceiling seemed to be a mile above our heads.

The walls floor, even the ceiling seemed to be made of stone.

The green ceiling, as the Irish call it, seemed to some part of me irrelevant.

The ceiling, he noted, never seemed to give him answers to anything.

The low ceiling seemed to press against the top of her head.

You said only the ceiling seemed to have come down on you.