Mattress World

Sometimes when I lay down my sleepy head,
On that soft mattress that I call my bed.
I wonder what'd be like to be swallowed whole
And taken into its world lead by my soul.
I 'd like to see what their life there must be like,
Springs, mountains, waiting to be hiked.
The ground so soft that every step is a bounce,
Turning my walk into a flounce.
The people there are the actors in dreams.
Taking on personas, changing their physical seams.
Their lives, their jobs, their little world.
Laying beneath the place I'm curled.

©Odd