Me Through The Sun

Through the hole in the sun, I see myself looking back. I am taller there with bright, green eyes that convey the happiness everyone who lives there must feel. My hair is black and long, tied into a ponytail that rests on my shoulder. I, there, am not as pale as I am here. My skin is healthy and tanned and it is set off by the glow of the red electric light above my head. It seems, through the sun, everything is lit red. My teeth gleam like rubies and I am smiling at me, showing them off. Me in the sun waves a jolly wave at me. Hi neighbour. A big gesture with an arc like a rainbow. I, in the sun, hold out my hand and shiny rays of gold flick out of my palm at me, leaving sparkly dust trails in their wake. They tickle as they sprinkle across my face and I smile and close my eyes. Me through the sun, speak to me.
He says “Guten Tag, meine Freunde.”
Smiling and his arms stretched out, he gestures with his fingers for me to come to him. His sparkly turquoise jumpsuit changing colour as he moves to red, violet, green, yellow, magenta, silver and more colours I’ve never seen before.
“Freund.”
I leap forward at the glorious star and float, spinning like a long pig, towards the hole in the sun. Asteroids with big purple faces grin and blow raspberries as I pass them. I grab one and I throw it at another who made a face. They strike each other and a ping sounds. A white “100 pts” materialises from the debris, framed against the blackness of space, and then evaporates into nothing.
The face in the sun gets bigger as I move closer to it. It’s so large now that it’s all I can see. He holds out his index finger and I clutch the edge of his fingernail with both arms. Black nail polish comes off onto my clothes as I crawl into the space between his fingernail and skin. Slowly he moves me up to his mouth and gently blow at me, my hair flowing back across my head.
“Huh huh huh, friend.”
He flicks me off his finger, back through the hole in the sun.
“Bye”, he waves goodbye, “Bye”.
I spin through the earth’s atmosphere, on fire, through the clouds into nighttime Ireland. Yawning, my head touches my pillow and my blankets pull themselves over me.
“Goodnight friend.”
And I fall asleep to dream of me through the sun.