Sad

   Fred awoke slowly, pulled from a fuzzy dream he couldn't quite remember.  The living room was tipped on it's side, and he realized he'd fallen asleep on the floor again.  He stretched gently.  The carpet was soft on his cheek, softer than carpet of this age had any right to be.  Though he moved only slightly, his face touched a damp section of the floor.  The memories flooded back to him, and he began to cry again.