Tea with Wirmp

I took my rocket ship to the Sun. I arrived to the surface of the Sun and landed. I got out wearing my triple thick asbestos space suit.

I felt around for the door handle. I grabbed it and opened the door. I went in and closed the door behind me. Inside the Sun is cool and dark. It’s actually a little chilly.

I turned on a light. There was a small room with a table and two chairs. There was a note on the table. The note said, “I’m sorry, but I’m running 15 minutes late. Sincerely, Wirmp.”

Wirmp is the foreman of the Sun. He’s responsible for the day-to-day maintenance of the Sun. We have been friends since second grade. We have tea every Tuesday at noon inside the Sun.

I sat down on a chair. I like sitting by myself. It’s soothing. I don’t need a magazine, book, or a television. I enjoy my company.

Wirmp arrived as he’d indicated, fifteen minutes later. He’s honest with time. He asked how I was doing. I said that my foot was feeling better. He said that was good news.

Wirmp was holding two saucers which held two cups of tea. He set them on the table and sat in the other chair.

Wirmp told me about work. I didn’t understand much of what he said. But I like Wirmp and it makes me happy to hear him talk.