She tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep. The more she lay on her bed, the more restless she became. She stared towards the ceiling and began spotting each blemish and imperfection of the off-white paint job. Her neck started feeling sore after craning it up for so long. To combat this discomfort, she turned to her side and faced her bedroom’s open door. The pitch-black was unnerving—darkness seeped into the exposed room. It was hard to resist the urge to close the gaping doorway. She eventually gave way, pulling herself off her bed, one leg after another, and closed the door.
Now that she had left the warm haven of her blankets, sleeping was an impossible feat. Leaving her bed had undone any meager progress towards sleep. She fixed her eyes on the phone lying on her nightstand. How tempting it was to consume the hours of night by swiping through social media posts and mindless videos. Her hand grabbed the phone, fingers coiling around its cold outer rim. She punched in her password and dialed a number.
The man she called was unlike anyone else. He doesn’t sleep during the night—only hides, never truly too far away. If one were to phone him at any time and place, he was guaranteed to answer their call. He’d be the optimistic type, always seeing the glass as half-full. He’d brighten anyone’s day—literally. They call him Mr. Sun.
Mr. Sun knocked on her door three brisk times. Rap rap rap. Just as his knuckles left the door’s surface, it creaked open. The room immediately shone with Mr. Sun’s radiant light, a large grin plastered on his face.
“What should we do today?” he giggled, teeth proudly peeking between his lips.
The two of them sat down and began to play a board game. One move after another. The game seemed endless. At last, morning came around. Mr. Sun skipped out the door and into the sky, where he would remain until nightfall.
Again that night, she was restless, pacing back and forth across her bedroom floor. Again she called Mr. Sun.
This time they watched a movie. The TV seemed dim compared to Mr. Sun’s blinding aura. Popcorn crunched between their teeth as the night quickly passed.
At first, she called Mr. Sun because she couldn’t sleep. She called him every night. However, she soon began calling him out of pure impulsivity. She didn’t even try to sleep. Her bed was untouched since that first night. By the 7th night, she was exhausted. But Mr. Sun kept coming. By the 11th night, she could hardly keep her eyes open. But Mr. Sun kept coming. His blinding light made it impossible to sleep. On the 14th night, she collapsed into a deep sleep. A sleep so deep she could never wake up. Mr. Sun carried her to the sky as the night faded away.
The night sky gained another star.
Now that she had left the warm haven of her blankets, sleeping was an impossible feat. Leaving her bed had undone any meager progress towards sleep. She fixed her eyes on the phone lying on her nightstand. How tempting it was to consume the hours of night by swiping through social media posts and mindless videos. Her hand grabbed the phone, fingers coiling around its cold outer rim. She punched in her password and dialed a number.
The man she called was unlike anyone else. He doesn’t sleep during the night—only hides, never truly too far away. If one were to phone him at any time and place, he was guaranteed to answer their call. He’d be the optimistic type, always seeing the glass as half-full. He’d brighten anyone’s day—literally. They call him Mr. Sun.
Mr. Sun knocked on her door three brisk times. Rap rap rap. Just as his knuckles left the door’s surface, it creaked open. The room immediately shone with Mr. Sun’s radiant light, a large grin plastered on his face.
“What should we do today?” he giggled, teeth proudly peeking between his lips.
The two of them sat down and began to play a board game. One move after another. The game seemed endless. At last, morning came around. Mr. Sun skipped out the door and into the sky, where he would remain until nightfall.
Again that night, she was restless, pacing back and forth across her bedroom floor. Again she called Mr. Sun.
This time they watched a movie. The TV seemed dim compared to Mr. Sun’s blinding aura. Popcorn crunched between their teeth as the night quickly passed.
At first, she called Mr. Sun because she couldn’t sleep. She called him every night. However, she soon began calling him out of pure impulsivity. She didn’t even try to sleep. Her bed was untouched since that first night. By the 7th night, she was exhausted. But Mr. Sun kept coming. By the 11th night, she could hardly keep her eyes open. But Mr. Sun kept coming. His blinding light made it impossible to sleep. On the 14th night, she collapsed into a deep sleep. A sleep so deep she could never wake up. Mr. Sun carried her to the sky as the night faded away.
The night sky gained another star.
