(Lights up. A nondescript

couple lay in bed, the

WOMAN'S head on the MAN's

chest.)

WOMAN:

So, what'll we do?

MAN:

About what?

WOMAN:

About... us? You know this can't happen. We aren't meant to... to do this. It's not designed.

MAN:

But don't you see? It doesn't matter! We have control of ourselves. We're following this path, but we can choose. Didn't you understand?

WOMAN:

Well, no...

MAN:

We've been written these roles, and we've walked along their predetermined paths for our entire lives... or, or not even that. For as long as we've, just, been. You know? But we can choose! We're as real as anything, as real as the writer, as real as the pencil he writes with!

(Lights fade.)