lies

Morpheus, son of Hypnos, is that the god of sleep; sent his dreams in a curious package assuming an old brother speaking to his siblings and their images as children. A confusion, strange to awaken to in a no longer early Sunday morning.
The wife asleep, the cat awake, the cat needing to go out, let it out of the bedroom.
Hear the cat flap flap as the cat leaves for the balcony and her tray.
Select fresh clothes from the wardrobe, then go out to the kitchen and start the coffee machine.
Stand around, wait for it to warm.
The son comes in from his bedroom, and he gives his father a hug. The son is fifteen years old, it will not take long and he will no longer hug his father, things change fast at that age.


The coffee is dark brown and creamy-topped, a good thing to start the day with. Read the news, and be surprised at the people's ability to believe lies. For if there are two contradicting views of the same event, one speaker must know that his words are not truthful, and are thus no viable alternative.