I'm a human lying on the bed, tired, ready to sleep.
I'm a bed, weighed down, the human returned to lay on me.
I'm a room, inhabited and warm again 'til sundown.
I'm a house, quiet, dark.
I'm a city, at once awake and dreaming.
I'm a planet, spinning, dancing round and round the sun.
I'm a solar system, zipping as a white cell through a multi-veined galactic arm.
I'm a universe, alive.