where was dianetics born?

The endless stare
of a blue clouded
morning of grey
the light that pervetedly pokes
it's ungly head through the curtains
making monday seem
more like monday
than it ever has
wishing the blanket of night
was still there with me
black and warming
with it's frozen seclusion
something I take comfort in
something that takes comfort in me
I wish the day had never come
and with that I wish for nights return