The sun, that shines brightly every day. Which makes everyone warm. People who lie down so that the sun can warm them. She does it too. Lying in the sun while it makes a smile appear on her face, every day. She enjoys it or so she lets herself believe that every day. It must be, if everyone enjoys lying in the sun so much. It would be weird if she didn't appreciate it. She pretends, she pretends so often. She sometimes lies under it for hours until she burns. The sun only makes her surface feel good. But the big rays of the sun don't go deep inside her. It doesn't touch all the other layers that matter too. The layers that no one wants to see. The layers no one wants to take care of. No one, because who likes shade and darkness? Even the sun doesn't want to make an effort to help her. To warm her from the inside instead of the outside. It pulls its shoulders up and lays back down in the evening. Then the cool dark air comes out and cools her. She sighs loudly, for now every part of herself is the same. Cold and cool. Now she can be herself and unwind. The moon that smiles at her and then to say that it will be all right. That in the night, when no one is looking, she can express everything without fear. And when the first rays of sunshine rise, the moon leaves gently.

But not without giving her a reassuring kiss and promising to be there again tonight. To just wait for the auspicious coolness to embrace her, day after day.