It's bright everyone!  The morning sun is shining, awakening the birds, the worms, and the humans stirring and zigzagging from mansions and hobbles.  The world is awakening with the happy energy that consumes all who relish it's potential.  Yet, one man's heart is not filled with that zealot energy that consumes the zigzagging humans.  This man's heart grieves with darkness in the shadows cast by the sun.  He does not wish to wake with the sun, wake with the birds, wake with the worms, or the zigzagging humans.  This man's hobbles are the cement floors that will never leave him.  A place as soft as his heart, and as clean as his teeth.  He spends his morning sleeping, because wake only brings thoughts of life's regrets and wishes for death.  His 18 hour sleeps brings adventures, joys, happiness, and a life worth living.  A life worth enjoying when the life he leads is nothing but suffering.  Although he doesn't use his name, this man was once know as Lucius.  A name he believes to be cursed since the day his mother conceived him in a brothel's bed!