I

She awoke with a peaceful stretch above her head. Outside, the birds sang. She opened her mouth in a yawn and drew the warm sheets from her body, stepping from the white, linen bed. She could smell the breakfast her husband had cooked for her and she drew a robe around herself as she walked slowly to the kitchen. He was waiting for her there, smiling. She had found true love.

II

He awoke with a painful groan, curled in the fetal position. Around him, total silence. He opened his mouth in a groan of pain and stretched his jaw so far it cramped. He patted his chest to draw his leather jacket closer around himself, but found that it was gone and he wore only an undershirt. The garment was stained in blood, grime, and dirt. He could smell the sewers seeping their rot from the ground, and he drew his arms around himself as he tried to slowly stand. He fell. Nobody was waiting to save him. He had never found true love.