Hidden

There's a place inside there, hidden.
The box has a violent hum like a volt
To all the outsiders that may watch,
A black humming thing the curtains
Can't blot out.
It is miner in the mind to think this
Won't effect the coming out!
It is outside of your sphere this appears
   most.
There is this box of a world
All the joy of dogs, coloured flash
Cars and parents can't get around.
You hand me a thread of the linen,
Your bed. We occupy it.