I dreamed I was a comet with a name no one could pronounce

I was streaking through the Oort Cloud, not fast, but with this slow, inevitable weight—like I’d been waiting centuries to be seen. And then I passed Earth, and someone looked up and said my name out loud: something like 'Thar-ree-oh' or 'Zee-vahn'. They didn’t get it right, but they tried. That’s what broke me. Not the cold, not the emptiness—just that moment of being almost heard. Woke up at 2:30, staring at the ceiling, wondering if comets have regrets.