A One-Act Play
Michael: Oh shit!
[sitting up suddenly]
KJ: What?
Michael: Can I turn on the lights?
KJ: Sure.
[Michael fiddles with switch. Bedroom illuminates]
Michael: Something just flew in here!
KJ: What did it look like?
[smirking]
Michael: It had red...
[makes hand motions like comet trails]
What was it?
KJ: Nothing. You're sleepwalking.
Michael: Oh! Oh.
[Curtain lowers, all bow]