A Giant Among The Bed by MarioStrikerMurphy, literature
Literature
A Giant Among The Bed
When I'm in my bed, ill, I never feel bored; My toys accompain me Formed around myself. My bed is a plain, My pillows are small hills; Beyond that the sea is extended Furrowed by the ships. Later I make campings With brave and tough soldiers, Dressed with colorful uniforms, Holding sabers and swords in their belts. The houses and the trees Are cities, small towns... And I am, among my bed sheets, The giant who looks at them.