The Odyssey is the weirdest

“He made his way to a grove above the water
on open ground, and crept under twin bushes
grown from the same spot — olive and wild olive —
a thicket proof against the stinging wind
or Sun’s blaze; fine soever the needling sunlight;
nor could a downpour wet it through, so dense
those plants were interwoven. Here Odysseus
tunneled, and raked together with his hands
a wide bed — for a fall of leaves was there,
enough to save two men or maybe three
on a winter night, a night of bitter cold.
Odysseus’ heart laughed when he saw his leaf-bed,
and down he lay, heaping more leaves above him.

A man in a distant field, no hearthfires near
will hide a fresh brand in his bed of embers
to keep a spark alive for the next day;
so in the leave Odysseus hid himself,
while over him Athena showered sleep
that his distress should end, and soon, soon.
In quiet sleep she sealed his cherished eyes.

— Book V, “Sweet Nymph and Open Sea” lines 500 – 520.

As translated by Robert Fitzgerald. Farrar, Straus, Gioux; New York, New York: 1998.