The Sun

I lay out on the grass in my backyard, blissfully soaking up the Sun. 

The Sun said, “Do you miss me when I go away at night?” 

I said that I do, and that I supplant by gazing at the sun’s rays reflecting off the moon. 

The Sun said, “I created the moon just so we can stay in touch.” 

That’s when the moon eclipsed the Sun, blotting out all light. I desperately reached around in the dark until I found my phone. I turned on the phone and smiled as the screen glowed onto my face. 

The glow said, “It’s me, I thought I lost you!”