A young woman, in her 20s or 30s, sits on a couch watching TV. It is late, obviously, as all lights are out and the stage is lit only by the light of the television. The sounds of a typical infomercial is heard, chattering away. The woman sits watching, passively. A man enters and sits beside her, takes her hand.
Man
Can't sleep?
Woman
Can't sleep.
Pause. Sound of the infomercial fills the silence.
Man
Have you tried--?
Woman
I've tried. That's why I'm out here.
Man
Sure.
Pause. The Man yawns.
Woman
You don't have to--
Man
It's okay.
Pause. Longer. The man yawns again.
Woman
Seriously, I'm fine.
Man
Are you sure?
Woman
I'm sure.
Pause.
Man
It's just--
Woman
I know.
Man
I have to get up so early.
Woman
I know.
Man
Or else...
Woman
It's okay.
Man
I'd totally stay up.
Woman
There's no use both of us.
Man
I know. I know.
Pause.
Man
Are you sure?
Woman
I'm sure.
Pause; the Man gets up from the couch. Starts towards the bedroom. Stops. Comes back behind the couch, puts a hand on her shoulder.
Man
I love you.
Woman
I love you too.
Pause. The Man goes back to the bedroom. The Woman stays, watching the television. The infomercial blares. Lights fade.
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