He wakes up. He feels happy. Then things go awry very quickly. Something is concerning his lover. Then he learns that her name is not real and he has been looking at pictures of her cousin. He was not expecting this but it manages to make everything else he thought he knew crumble and brings to mind the other enormous lies he has enjoyed in other moments of his life. So he is wounded, confused and bemused. He should have learned his lesson the first time, the second time, the third time, the fourth time, the fifth time, the sixth time, the seventh time, the eighth time – maybe he will learn the next time maybe this is salvageable but not if he is a sane person he is not sure he is a sane person. There are so many lies in the world – so many that are ignored and embraced and overlooked and hidden and he watches Obama lie about spying to Jay Leno and the lying he has experienced does not seem too bad after all but the lying he has experienced gives him physical pain whereas the lying he sees Obama commits just makes him sad. Sleep is all there is. He goes to it.