Night Sky

“Azure, turn the light down,” Oxford Blue commanded, “It’s time for you to go to bed. I have to get up for work.”

 “But Dad! I don’t want to go to sleep yet! The sun is still up for another half an hour.” Azure complained.

 “I don’t care if the sun gets to stay up. You live under my atmosphere and you are going to turn down the brightness when I say so. We go over this every night.”

 “Fine. I guess I will if I have to!” Azure agrees with sass.

 “It’s not all about you,” Midnight Blue explains. “The pale blobs have to go to sleep soon, especially the really tiny ones.”

 “The ones like me?” Azure says as he begins to fade into Persian Blue.

 “Yes, son, the tiny ones like you. That’s why the sun disappears each night. The blobs have to sleep just like you do.”

 “That’s fun,” Azure sighs, suddenly exhausted from a day of hard work. “Keeping the world bright is such hard work Dad.”

 “I know, Bud. Eventually you won’t have to be so bright - you’ll fade to Prussian Blue and you can stay awake for a long time like me. But don’t you worry about that. For now, you get to sleep.”

 “Okay Dad.” He says with a yawn. “Goodnight.”

 “Goodnight, Buddy.”