The first time I saw him I was 12 I was asleep and then I was

awoken by nothing in particular I looked up from my bed and saw him.

A frail man with boyish proportions hunched over in the corner of my room.

I could see his spine protruding, casting shadows on his back in the darkness.

His head was comically large.

He turned to face me.

Hello, my name is Sundance, and I am the sun. A rasping voice echoed throughout the darkness.

His words were low, croaky, and in whispering tones.

I focused on his face, that great round yellow disc.

With unmoving lips and unblinking eyes, Sundance smiled,

a permanent stare and a permanent smile.

From that yellow face, eight beams burst.

Golden, twisting metallic spikes shot out individually, clockwise around the Sundance's face.

I screamed and I woke up again.

It was morning and I was in my bed.

Sundance was nowhere to be seen.

I felt safe knowing it was just a dream. Sundance was nowhere to be seen.

I felt safe knowing it was just a dream, but then he came the next night and the

next night and the next.

Despite his unnerving appearance, I became less afraid of Sundance.

He would always greet me in the same way.

Hello, my name is Sundance and I am the sun.

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