A rush of wind pressed the new spring grass against the ground, and in that moment Monday Egg dropped. The bump woke him up. He’d never felt before, so the non-violent drop really caught his attention.
    “I don’t like that,” Monday Egg decided. “I don’t like it at all.”
    Then the wind pulled back and the young grass rose up around him. Monday watched the green sprigs sway in the natural wind and he decided he liked the green grass and big blue above it.
    “This. I am sure that I like this.”
    As the morning sun rose Monday Egg listened to the sounds of the world. Birds chirping, bugs crawling, leaves whispering, and one more thing. A distant thing. It sounded like a voice, low and calm.
    “I like that sound.” Monday Egg confirmed.
    “Good Morning,” said the voice.
    Monday Egg looked around and saw no Body, but the voice was clearly some Body.
    “Hello,” whispered Monday, “I like the green grass and big blue.”
    “Sky. The big blue Sky.”
    “Yes. It is wonderful.”
    “You have excellent taste. The sky is one of my favorite things too,” said the low voice.
    “When I look at it closely, it seems to swallow me up completely.” Monday Egg thought about it for a moment. “Is that normal?”
    “That is what the sky is designed to do. Swallowing you up. Taking your breath away. Calming your yolk,” said the voice.
    “What is a yolk?”
    “It is your inner part. The part that can feel the big, blue sky. Your yolk is especially big, so you can feel the sky more than others. Don’t forget to enjoy the sky, Monday Egg.”
    “Oh. How could I forget,” said Monday Egg, and then fell softly into a mid-day nap.