Lucius awoke feeling bright and happy.  The smell of freshly cut grass surrounded his nostril.  The smell of woman filled his room and he slowly stirred awake.  Eggs and bacon sizzled in the kitchen.  The sound of television cartoon noised the room with children' insanity.  He was happy!  When he went to fish this woman cooking him breakfast into his arms, her face was faceless, emotionless, bleak.  When he turned to face his children, not existed!  Merely children's clothing filled with pillows.  A tear rolled down his eye when the truth dawn on him.  Rolling down his cheek onto his chin, and finally tumbling on the floor.  This single droplet of salty water bulldozed the floor.  Creating a cavity that soon became a sinkhole, which soon became a black-hole.  Slowly twisting and turning, reminiscent of a blender, Lucius elongated into the black-hole.  Awaken!  At last...it was just a dream.  Yet, those minutes in a happy dream were more real to Lucius that any waking reality.  Because reality was hell!