Kyle was tired, very tired. Each day was just like the last and tomorrow would be the same. There's only so much bitching a man can do over a lifetime, and he had more than used up his allowed allotment. He was writing a story, another of the mediocre stories that he always had in his head, but was to stupid to stay in school and learn how to write them properly. He eyeballed his favorite coach and decided to leave this earth for awhile. He knew something that no one else knew. When you sleep, the earth disappears and so does everyone in it. It's the same as it was millions (billions, who knows, God?) of years ago while you sleep. 

He popped a Xanex, said goodbye to his wife and went to sleep. He hoped she would be here when he awoke. She was here every other time, but  then again, you never know. He would hate it for his wife and family, but in a way, what better way to lose a loved one than to wake up and everyone is just "gone". You have no time to grieve because you have to survive. There may well be aetosaurs or cynodonts or dicynodonts or ornithosuchids or rauisuchians runmaging around, looking for food. Although he doubted it would happen, even if it was just a small rat, he would be scared. These were his last thoughts as the giant Xanex kicked in.

He awoke before he awoke, if that makes sence. He could hear, but was still not quite back from visiting friends from one of the many schools he had attended. They weren't really friends, they were more like customers, buying Dime Bags of pot from his trunk parked behind the HOLLYWOOD sign in Los Angelas, even though he had never been in LA before. Now that he been here, he could cross it off his "Bucket List" of things to do, even though he had no bucket list. He made a note, make a bucket list and opened his eyes. FUCK~The house was empty. Everyone in the house was gone. He quickly turned on the TV and saw nothing but static. He knew it.

He ran into the bedroom and grabbed his 38. cal pistol that his grandfather had left him, along with a handful of bullets and walked outside, very slowly. He could feel and sense the emptiness  No cars going by, no kids making a racket in the neighborhood, not even the fuckin' black Labrador Retriever that keeps unloading  10 lbs. of shit in his yard everyday. He didn't know where to go or what to do when he got there, when he suddenly heard a voice. A big booming voice that hurt his ears and drove him to his knees, but was quickly adjusted by someone, or something. "Kyle, sorry about the volume  I haven't talked to anyone on earth in millions of years and I'm a little rusty" Kyle fainted.

He awoke on Mars, although he didn't know it at the time. He looked at his hands and legs and he knew right away he was a mouse. The voice he heard before passing out was his father's voice and he was now standing by his bedside. He looked around and saw another mouse, presumably his mother, crying and looking at him like he was a ghost. "Where am I?" Kyle said. "Son, I'm your daddy. This is your mamma and are we glad to see you awake and talking. You see, you were in a terrible accident and for the last 50 years you've been in a coma. Welcome home, son. Kyle freaked out!