There is something violet in the early morning light and one can smell a scent of rain in the air.
We could nearly pretend that the rest of the world doesn’t exist and it would not be too bad, for a while, like when one pulls the sheets over one’s head in the morning to postpone for some minutes the moment to wake up completely.

It’s not a matter of deleting reality, it's just an attempt to push it away for a break, being aware that it remains there in all cases.

As a character of comics said
"I love mankind, it's people I cannot stand".