The Sun

The elder god in the sky.
An unimaginably large ball of plasma.
Burning forever millions of lightyears away.
Our benevolent Guardian.
The bringer of light.
Sending daytime down to us all.
Telling us when it’s safe to come out.
Indescribably powerful.
And yet it is no match for my blinds.
Its rays cannot penetrate them.
The room is devoid of light.
And I am asleep.
The dark huddles around me.
On top of me.
And the sun cannot reach me.
How can I know it’s time to exist again.
Without the sun’s gentle hands waking me.
Perhaps soon it will give up trying.
Perhaps it will skip my window tomorrow.
And just let me go.
To drift further into the black.

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