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LAY IT DOWN, CHILD.
(setting: bedroom. rustic-hued bedsheets. red lamp. purple curtains. jewelry strung around a dilapidated Indian statuette. scribblings in yellow Post-it notes tacked to corkscrew bulletin board hanging over crowded desk)
Manu: This room. It’s nice.
Dianne: I’ve lived here for 26 years. It reflects my dreams.
Manu: But you wake up to this every morning… And perhaps even in the middle of the night. It is your reality, too.
Dianne: Now you’re standing here.
Manu: Yes. In your “realm of dreams”.
Dianne: …You’re real, aren’t you?
Manu: I am.
Song: WALK INTO THIS ROOM - LIVE
