I Wrote This About My Bed Because I couldn't Think of Anything Else

My vessel in a sea of dreams,
Soft with blankets and pillows and seams,
Take me away, drift through the stars,
Away from the night lights and sounds, from the rushing cars.

Showers of fairy lights twinkle above in the dark,
As, on our trip through the galaxy, we embark.
Hazy dreams forming like old memories,
As I wake float away with the breeze.