On the westbound platform is a bed, that’s covered in a blanket of striking colours.
Onto it, akin to the lines of light that stream through cracks in closed curtains,
The sun casts long bright beams through the wooden fence behind.
And at the edge, a big sunflower, is like an illuminated lamp on a bedside table;
Brightening up the day of sleepy commuters, who are making their way in to work.