A big bed

In a neighborhood of freakishly large beds, Rock found the biggest. He and Zach, a friend from the Little Rock Hash House Harriers, were doing yard work when Zach noticed the first of the extreme beds through a random bedroom window.
"Man, check this out," Zach said.
Rock looked in to see a bed at least fifty feet deep and thirty feet wide.
"Jiminy Cricket," he said. "That's a fucking big bed."
Late in the afternoon of the next day, Rock had worked his way through toward JFK Boulevard, the main thoroughfare through the expansive Park Hill neighborhood, when he noticed an almost warehouse size extension built onto a house near the intersection of F Street and JFK. It had a large, open bay door through which Rock could see a bed the size of a basketball court.