Golden sunshine oozes down from the heavens, blanketing the land in warmth and light. The only thing to make this heat bearable is the low, steady breeze coming out from the east, causing the trees to whisper their secrets, and the blades of lush, green grass to dance about in waves. You sit in perfect peace, watching the wind lift up edges of the checkered picnic blankets and wreak havoc on your hair-do. A ball bounces by, waking you from your reveries, and a child runs by laughing with his friends to retrieve it. You look off in the direction from which the ball came and see someone sitting not fifteen feet from you; the most perfect person you've ever seen. Could this be the one you want to spend the rest of your life with? They look at you as if reading your thoughts, and give an inviting smile, and you stand up to walk over and talk. You sit down and the person draws you close, and whispers breathily a word in your ear, but you can't quite make it out. You know it's an important word, but when you look back, they're gone. Just as you utter, "No, please don't let this be a dream..." the scene fades to blackness, and your eyes open to behold the pale, white plane of your ceiling. Another day of oppression and slavery without love or happiness has again begun...