He yawned and stretched his arms overhead; one eye firmly shut the other fluttering in preparation of waking up.
The sun was still burning brightly and looked so forlorn just floating there with no specific purpose in mind. He knew he had to get a move on, make sense of it all but just the thought caused him to yawn again.
‘What do you think would happen if I just didn’t bother?’ he asked no one in particular.
‘If I just lay here, pretending there was no need to begin? ‘Nothing would happen, came back the answer from his innermost being, why nothing at all.
He got to thinking, nothing eh? Well that would sure save time; nothing could end up being as big as something in that case.
‘I could always start tomorrow,’ he thought to himself. But then it dawned that there would be no tomorrow without today. What a dilemma. He even wondered if he could skip the first couple of days and start a little further down the line, but no, it just didn’t feel right.
‘Aw dang it,’ he said aloud. ‘Better get this show on the road.’
And with all the effort he could muster, he created the first day, then the one after and so on and so forth and by the seventh, he was so plum tuckered out he decided to rest. ‘Ah, yes, this ought to be the done thing,’ he said to himself and while he lie back dreaming of all the possibilities he couldn’t help but wonder how much worry and work and pain and heartache he’d have saved himself , if he’d just stayed in bed in the first place and not bothered.
Oh well, least that sun has got a proper purpose instead of just stuck out of there in the middle of nowhere looking pretty.