A Night Terror

31 PLAYS IN 31 DAYS: Play 4, Day 4 – A NIGHT TERROR

WES is in bed asleep. He seems to be having a nightmare.
Just as he starts awake, JAMES steps to the foot of his bed.

WES:
James! You’re… you’re dead.

JAMES:
Well, I died, anyway.

WES:
Fifteen years ago.

JAMES:
Sixteen, soon.

WES:
Why am I dreaming about you? I haven’t done that in years.

JAMES:
You saw something. In a magazine, a month ago. Engaged the subconscious. You’ve been processing.

WES:
A month ago?

JAMES:
A little month. But I’m never dead in your imagination. It’s a nice place to be. You keep shaping and twisting my life to make meaning of it. Not immortality, exactly. But better than a body in the morgue.

WES:
Or dust in an urn. You said “Not immortality.” Why?

JAMES:
No matter how long they are, every play has to end.

WES:
Or no matter how short.

JAMES:
It’s not about length.

WES:
It’s about depth.

JAMES:
No: Endings. No matter it’s length, every play has an ending. Endings are important.

WES:
This is the first time I’ve written about you.

JAMES:
After fifteen years. I guess I stayed with you.

WES:
But is this a dream or a play?

JAMES:
Don’t know. But too bad it’s such a short one.

WES:
What do you mean?

JAMES:
Endings are important. And, shape the narrative of my life how you will, I control the ending.

JAMES takes out a gun and puts it to his head.
LIGHTS BUMP TO BLACK as we hear a gunshot.

END OF PLAY 3.

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