When he saw the first few rays reach the depths of his humble home, he thought the sun had descended to greet him. So when its owner begged him to help return it to her, he was only too glad to do so, in return for some warmth.
His skin was cold, and it’s easy to forget what it’s like for the air to burn all around. He wanted to belong to the surface again, and wondered if the earth and air could remember him the way he used to be.
It wasn’t until later that he realised he was the one who’d forgotten, because even the sun can be hideous by hiding behind its light, and that the love of a servant can be greater than the love of a lover.