I've been under the weather for the last couple days, spending quite a few hours in my bed trying to get my digestive track to behave. Robert Louis Stevenson's poem "The Land of Counterpane" came to mind. Stevenson was often sick as a child. Can't you just see the young boy playing like this?
My "toys" have been my laptop, my TV remote, my "Magnificat," my prayer notebook, and a magazine.
It's such a lovely poem. Here it is.
The Land of Counterpane
When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay,
To keep me happy all the day.
And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;
And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.
I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of counterpane.
Robert Louis Stevenson