Mr. Sun felt hot, it might sound like a paradox, since the source of heat was Mr. Sun himself, I cannot explain this peculiar features of stars’ temper, they are capricious characters, I only know that even Mr. Sun felt hot and his face was all red and swollen and he really didn’t feel like getting up, he wished to keep on sleeping on the soft mattress of the night, lazy and without any responsibility.

You’ll tell me, he never sleeps in reality because while we don’t see him where we live, he’s on the other side of the earth doing his job for people who live there.
You might be right rationally, of course, but, believe me; stars often have their private life in parallel dimensions.
I can tell you for sure only what he thought when he had to make an effort to come out among the tangle of morning mist which stuck on him making his movement goofy and slow.

He was not happy at all, he felt tired and hot and he had the impression to perspire, but, being the sun, all the droplets immediately got dry and he had not this relief either.

“Would it be really so tragic if I went back to sleep right now? – He thought -They will get scared; some fanatics will start screaming nonsense about Armageddon; they’ll be upset, but tomorrow I’ll be at work as usual once again and they’ll quickly forget their temporary discomfort...”

The moon, that was nearly completely new in that very day, even though she remained very old (another astronomical paradox) heard Mr. Sun mumbling and whispered to him:

“It’s your problem, my dear, but remember that in the present economical crisis, when one has a secure job it’s sensible trying to keep it. I know a lot of unemployed stars, who would be happy to be immediately engaged at your place...”

“Ah damn! – Mr. Sun sighted – you are right!”

He tore the curtain of mist and rose.