The Morpheus Question

Morpheus rubbed his hands together nervously, he had not been above ground before.

The Oracle was busy having a smoke and had not prophesized the weather on this great day...

Is it raining outside, or is it sunny outside?

Lost within himself, and although it was a fashion faux pas that stuck in his mind like a splinter, to cover both possibilities he was left to looking like some kind of indecisive spaz, wearing both his sunglasses and his raincoat.

If only he had taken the blue pill.