I dreamed I was a comet with a name

I was a small, slow-moving comet—just a faint smudge in the sky—flying through the Oort Cloud like I’d been there forever. And then, one night, someone on Earth looked up and said my name out loud. Not ‘that one’, not ‘the blueish one’—but my name. It wasn’t a scientific designation. It was something human. I felt it vibrate in my ice and dust, like a voice in my core. I woke up still trembling. I’ve never seen a real comet named. That’s the part that hurts. Not the silence. The naming.