I wake up to the sweet scent of hickory coming from the other room.

"Hana," I call out, "what are you making?" I don't get a response. Curious I walk into the kitchen and the sweet hickory scent is joined by the scent of bacon. I look around but I don't see Hanako anywhere, she must have gone to the restroom.

"I'm right here," a voice calls out to me. I look around for the source, but again I find myself to be alone. "I'm right over here," the voice chimes, "I'm the one you really want to be with. I never burn."

Now that's just cruel, who would say something like that about my Hana. I start to wander about the kitchen, the smell getting stronger as I approach the stove.

"You're getting warmer." The voice is louder this time.

I glance around the room once more to no avail and turn back to the stove. There doesn't appear to be anything cooking. Suddenly I notice the small screen on the stove counting down. I wonder what that could be about. Then it hits me; the oven. I reach forward and press the 'light' button and glance down at the oven window. Inside I see a tinfoil pan, nothing out of the ordinary.

The voice calls out again, "Looks like you found me."

Confused I grab a pair of oven mitts and open the oven. I reach in and tenderly take out the tinfoil pan. Upon picking it up, I find the oven mitts to not block out the heat causing me to fumble the tray to the ground. The contents splatter all over the floor. I can see bacon and small pieces of beef and... wait... is that... NOOOO?!

Suddenly I jolt upwards, sweaty and hot. Phew, it was just a dream.

"Everything okay sweety?" Hana tenderly asks me.

I give her a smile and say, "Of course hun just a bad dream."

I promptly get up because the shock of that dream has me pumped with adrenaline. I pace around the house, unsure of what to do to calm down. I know I need to talk to someone, but I don't think Hana will understand. As I walk through the hallway I pass by my office and glance inside. That's it.

Quickly, I duck inside the room and plop myself down on the chair, spinning in place. I place my hands on the desk to stop my momentum facing the screen. I know what I must do. I open Opera and click on Facebook from my Speed Dial. In the search bar I start to type in where I want to go but Facebook already knows and suggests it. I click on the suggestion to go to the page.

I did it, I'm here. I look around the page and see beautiful photos, that remind me of my dream. I shudder at the thought. Quickly, I find the lone textbox on the page and click on it. This is it, my moment of truth. I type with everything I can muster and click on the "POST" button. And there it is, my post clear as day. I feel relieved to have shared that with the world, especially with the people who will truly understand.

I spin around in the chair to head back to bed. Before getting up, I decide to turn back around to the screen and look at it one last time. It's beautiful; the perfect post. Being immensely satisfied, I decide to read it aloud for my ears to hear.

"I;m thinking about thos Beans"