The bed was soft I didn't want to get up.The cool of the night just too much to let go off.

The children always come out with their mother,who is calling on me now,her glowing lips alluring

"Its time for work"even when she is pestering me I still find her beautiful

I know I'm not the only one however to lust after her beauty,after all each night people gaze at her making me realize how lucky I am to have her.

She calls again.This time a little angrier

"I was awake all night.Now its time you got up for work"

She was right,her eyes had not shut through out the night,her pale complexion dazzling people.

And the children always go with her at night
.but I guess it would be strange to see us together.

The bed feels like clouds and I really don't wish to get up,I can already feel her fading away to give room for me.

Its time for my show.Just like her people crave what I give,my heat also holding a luster,but unlike her I have a fragile ego and don't think too highly of myself so I don't like people gazing at me.

Some fools though still try to stare me down though I always win.

Shes coming to bed now,I know she couldnt breath through work.

I can hear her tucking in the children.Its like we have millions of them.
One by one their little voices give in to slumber

And I realize its my time for work
I blow her one last kiss.holding my breath

"Look out world,here comes Mr.Sun"