Dreaming in solitude, a child sighs, quietly listening to the noon time melody of his mothers bitter yearning. The sticky-slick California sun that rises during June scorches and deep-fries his mothers' grim dimpled face. She lurks in the shadows of her pallid 'n dank kitchen, avoiding light; tears camouflaged by her foetid sweat. She stares at her sons' chair, covered in summers dust; her son avoids her spectre, as much as he possibly can. Polarized they shall remain- opposing each other forever; solitude her disease; isolation his only source of peace.