This bed, as a plane: Let us fly.
This bedroom offers comfortable skies, little wind and few other birds. Some of them are silent, slide, they just slide on the blue panel. Little, very little children are hidden inside.
They wave their hands and the birds fly away, they just fly away.
This chair, as a car: sit down, please.
Through the window, elongated clouds, just taken from God's cupboard.
Clouds with traces of fingernails, a red lip on cards and laughing together.
Having a good time. Eating chocolate pancakes.
This chair, as a car: sit down, please.
On the road we meet other animals, they don't look like us. Not exactly. They don't have the same head, they don't have the same feet (we cannot see their feet, but we can guess), they don't even have the same hands. Definitely. They have fins. Handsome and polite, they are. But no fishes, no.
A fish couldn't drive a car.