I never said goodnight, but
I suppose I’ll say good morning.
               It’s nice seeing the stars fade out to the sun for a change.
“*******” says the sun to the stars. “Those
people don’t need to know about you guys.”
               The sun knows one day we’ll go to those stars.
               And old Sol won’t be as popular as he once was.
                                                            But *******,
                                             I want to go outside, but this
****
                              Alarm is keeping me in.
                                                                           I’ll wake up the whole house, and
Mom
                              Will worry about my insomniac sleeping habits.
I guess I’ll have to enjoy the sunrise from my dusty windows.