Every morning I play the SUN. I look him in the eye. He pretends like he is busy but gives me a glance. I continue trying …poor thing can’t resist it anymore. He looks back fiercely, like I will be scared. He intensifies, shows that he’s a man and will bring me down. I squint but sustain for ten more seconds. Then I look away thinking he will be proud to win. But he looks more upset than what I am… he loves me and doesn’t want me to lose. I love him too but I fear if he knows he won’t play with me anymore. I will wait for tomorrow, for him to rise and make him proud this time.
(PS: Personifying inanimate objects keeps me entertained all the time.)