Inside my bed, is the greatest place, in the history of the world.
Under covers, tight and snug, I snooze as I lay curled.
Everything is soft and warm. Worries melt away.
I burrow deep into the pillows and join a dream soirée.
In my bed I’m anywhere or anything I wish to be.
I close my eyes and soon enough, I’m climbing an almond tree.
Or dancing at a costume ball. Or eating cookies freshly baked.
Or swimming with the Indians. Or wrestling with a snake!
I roll around and stretch my limbs and laugh into the pillow.
I’m safe and sound in my compound. A comfy armadillo.
Once I’m in, I won’t get out. I sink down in the sheets.
Blankets warm me like toasted bread, and I’m the sandwich meat.
At any time, day or night, I’ll gladly swim amongst the threads.
The only time that I refuse is when my MOM says “Go to bed!”