And What If My Sun Broke Free Of Its Gravity?

The sun is gravity embodied, or the closest object to a black hole I’m ever going to encounter. I mean, that ball of fire out there bends space and time around it, sucks it in like air into a lung the size of a thousand earths. I only want to get so close, close enough to ride its breath on exhale, light racing at light speed, the place where time stops and I become free to see myself smile.