Dear Mr. Sun:
I was so happy to see you this morning. After so many dark, cloudy days, it was delightful to see your rays and feel your warmth through my window.
However, I must ask you one thing: Why do you feel the need to illuminate all the dust particles floating around my house? And the streaks on the windows I just washed 3 days ago? Nothing in this place looks quite as good when you're around.
And while we're on the subject of not looking good, why do you make me squint? These permanent wrinkles between my eyebrows are so deep I'd need a gallon of botox and probably a bunch of fat to inject in there to get rid of them. Of course, I have fat to spare and taking fat away from somewhere else would be a good thing.
Wait, what was I talking about, again?
Oh, yeah. Nice to see you, Sun. Stop by more often, 'cause you make me happy.
It's Me You're Talking About
6 hours ago