About

I’m young, and I live in a silent, hollow little sphere made of solid hydrogen. It’s terribly cramped in here, but I don’t usually notice because I’m asleep. Naturally, I breathe a lot, and that makes the inside of my sphere rather foggy. This is great for privacy, but I can’t see very well . . . . My dreams are grand and very vivid, so life is grand and very vivid. But of course, my sphere-house ought to grow bigger, so I work on that when I’m awake.

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Controlling my breathing is probably the hardest thing. It’s a good thing the Skylight was put in for me, or the fog would have been fatal by now.

Next hardest is staying awake. Oh, there’s nothing more comfortable than sleeping and dreaming good dreams! Yet awake is the proper state of a person, and anything less is often a waste.

If I could, I think I would spend all my time making pies to shove out the windows, and building my sphere bigger, i.e., installing windows, stretching the walls, and above all, letting the Skylight grow as much and as quickly as possible.