Morning

My bed is like a sailing ship- when I'm tucked in, I take a trip. I leave behind my busy day and sail to places far away. I sail past beaches, gleaming white, with palm trees swaying in the night. I watch the waves break on the shore, and then I see my bedroom floor! I blink my eyes, I scratch my head- my ship is home, I'm back in bed. My ships goes sailing every night and sails home in the morning