You're a little annoyed because the color of your walls no longer goes with your bed and other furnishings in your room. You write, "My bed and furniture match the walls."
Suddenly, your furniture changes entirely. Your bed becomes a crib, your cabinet a changing table, your bedside table a toy chest. Then you remember: these walls were now the ones you had as a baby, so to match the baby walls, you got baby furniture. So technically matching.
Knowing that you can do whatever you want with the book, you write something fanciful. You write, "All of the furniture in my room is scaled up to fit me, and my clothes and the way people treat me matches my walls and furniture." Suddenly, your crib and changing table grow in size to fit you. Your pajamas become a large pink fleece footed sleeper, and a diaper and pacifier materialize in their appropriate places.
Then...