(A single spot light comes up on a woman)
WOMAN
I awoke this morning, from a dream that I had lost my best friend, my love. I noticed my tear stained sheets, felt my puffy eyes. I looked at the clock beside my bed...5pm, shit! Jonathan will be home soon. How did I sleep all day? I must be sick...but I feel fine...I run to the bathroom and shower quickly, then dry my hair. 5:30. Any minute he'll be home. I throw on some makeup to cover my still puffy eyes. I find some clothes, and head towards the kitchen to start dinner. But I hear something...someone talking in the living room. I would almost swear it's my mother. The words are too muffled for me to understand what she's saying, but I have a feeling she's talking about me. Then it hits me like a ton of bricks. Jonathan. The wreck. The ambulance. The hospital. Everything. I remember everything. I collapse in the hall. My mother tries to comfort me, and puts me back in bed. Everyday the dream is different. Sometimes I dream about the end, and others the beginning. But the result is always the same. The lack of knowledge, the over-whelming hope that it was all a dream. That Jonathan is coming back, that it's all ok. I look for him, I want to tell him about the dream. I want him to hold me and promise me forever...forever...tell me he isn't going anywhere...instead I eventually realize the truth...that he isn't here. That he isn't coming back. That I am alone. Jonathan has been gone for 5 years now. And the dreams have faded, but they are still here. For me the worst part of losing him is that part of my brain that holds on and says that he is still with me, that nothing has changed. There is a new pain with the daily realizations. And a longing for these dreams...this punishment...to stop. But when they started to dwindle, all I am left with is an emptiness...My mind starts hoping to dream once again of my Jonathan and to be left to the realization that he isn't here. The searching is gone. I long for that fresh pain because it reminded me that everything was and is real. So...here I am...drifting...and I think about Jonathan less and less...I've become numb to the fresh pain of my past...the dull pounding of one heart searching for another...gone...subdued. I won't ever forget it...I just don't need it to remind me that I am alive anymore. I...I just know. And I'm going to deal with this...until I can be reunited with Jonathan.
(LIGHTS FADE as
MALE VOICE OVER
Babe...come with me.
(BLACK OUT)
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