sleeping beauties
the room is dark. the fan continutes to hum, the clock tics, and occasionally an insect buzzes aginst the screen window. a breeze blows the gauzy CURTAINS. IRIS and LUCY are holding hands from across their beds. the MOONLIGHT is thick on their faces.
a popping sound is heard coming from the window, as if someone is throwing a pebble at the SCREEN.
CUT to a close-up of LUCY and IRIS'S locked fingers as they fall from eachother.
DISSOLVE to a close-up of IRIS'S face as she sleeps.
DISSOLVE slowly as IRIS, in a wide shot. gets out of bed and goes to LUCY'S side. she rouses LUCY. in a groggy agreement, they walk to the window, standing side by side and peering out. the breeze is blowing their long nightgowns as if they're liquid sheets of light.
LUCY: Look
IRIS: I know.
on the thick green lawn, three stories bellow them, is a man leaning against the seat of a beat-up-harley davidson MOTORCYCLE. his hair is long and thin, his face is pale, his build is lanky.
MAN: (ofscreen) Which one of you girls wanna go for a ride?
a popping sound is heard coming from the window, as if someone is throwing a pebble at the SCREEN.
CUT to a close-up of LUCY and IRIS'S locked fingers as they fall from eachother.
DISSOLVE to a close-up of IRIS'S face as she sleeps.
DISSOLVE slowly as IRIS, in a wide shot. gets out of bed and goes to LUCY'S side. she rouses LUCY. in a groggy agreement, they walk to the window, standing side by side and peering out. the breeze is blowing their long nightgowns as if they're liquid sheets of light.
LUCY: Look
IRIS: I know.
on the thick green lawn, three stories bellow them, is a man leaning against the seat of a beat-up-harley davidson MOTORCYCLE. his hair is long and thin, his face is pale, his build is lanky.
MAN: (ofscreen) Which one of you girls wanna go for a ride?