Cecil Dreams a Bed--By Elizabeth Howard, United States

Cecil Dreams a Bed

In my sleeping chair, I am cold.

I dream scary stuff, rats with long

yellow teeth, monsters at the broken

window, a red-eyed giant with a belt.

When teacher tells us to draw our room,

I draw my chair.  Where’s your bed? she asks.

I never had a bed, but I dream a soft pillow,

blue sheets, a quilt like the one on the wall

at school.  In a warm bed with a pillow,  

I wouldn’t have scary dreams.