Pillows and Planets

 I wonder what it would feel like to look at a planet from a truly massive scale. 

What if I were not but a speck of dust viewing Jupiter? What if I were larger than Jupiter, viewing it? What would that experience feel like?

What if Jupiter was a beach-sized ball floating on a set route in front of me? I could touch it, turn it maybe; watch how the sunlight falls on one side and it’s top, bop its moons with my hand…

What if Jupiter were the size of my head? It could rest on a feathery pillow as it travelled in its orbit. A soft pillow to hold up a weary gas giant until the morn 9.9 hours later so it could become well-rested and continue fascinating us with its existence.