I miss you on the days sun rises. I know it sort of does every day, it would be so weird if you woke up late one day and looked out of the window to find that there is no sun. Of course there would be no light either but the sky would look so lost, so lonely without its sun. Most days the sun is far, farther than I can imagine, and I imagine little. I mean you could almost give me a certificate telling I have low imagination. You know, that day when the sun set before its time, the news channel went berserk. They accused that the Prime Minister cheated on the Weather Forecasting Department. It was quite a news. But just the previous day, I had told you right; of how the sun talked to me in a dream. Of how it complained to me that it was tired of its work. He said it was like your 9-5 job that stretches every day. He said he was tired of coming out at 6 and setting at 6, of following all the rules. So that day he had simply decided to go home early. Home? I had asked him in my dream, still sleepy. Yes, he had said and pointed at something. I woke up before I saw what it was. But now I know. It's better to only miss you on the days sun is home and you are not.