Transformer

It feels like a smooth table, but rough like a towel.
Sharp like the edge of a rock, but it reminds me of a car.
Bright like the colour yellow, glistening in light.
It’s fast like a horse and strong like a monster truck.
I feel it’s warmth.
I can feel that it’s breathing fast, even without lungs.
It reminds me of the sun rising in the distance,
I think of my transformer-Bumblebee on my bedside table.