My Bed is a Work Away

I have worked hard
To embroider those stars on my bed,
To make that moon my pillow.
And that black sky my blanket.
Yes,
I toiled away.
We are different,
You have a sky to look at,
I have a sky to sleep in.
When we are sad,
Your keen eyes gaze above.
My tired eyes sleep upside down.
I have worked hard to prepare my bed.