ProLap.

Three energy savers come on and illuminate the room only translucently. A man sleeping on his bed, at 2 am. The wall clock doesn't have any numbers marked on its face. Man sleepwalks to the computer and systematically shuts it down.

 Voice over-

              I dream a dream
                 A dream so dreamy
                      Misty in the beginning
                              Clearer towards the end
                                  I dream of a place
                                       A place I call home
                                             A home for hopes
                                               A home for more dreams
                                                   A home far away
                                                      But not too far from reality
                                                         Because every reality
                                                     Comes from a dream
                               I don't need the dream anymore
                            Because it already feels so real
                        And it feels real
                              Because I'm already home..
                      
 Light fades out. 

A purplish blue arc light illuminates only the center stage. A man, who can't see without his glasses, goes around groping objects till he can chance upon his glasses. 

He stumbles and falls on the pieces of furniture cluttering the stage, none of which exceed his knee level in height. He groans as he makes his way from centre stage to stage right. Light fades out.

 House lights come on.




An identically dressed person somnolently "does" his pillow, on stage left.
Man slowly takes out a Braille manuscript from the cupboard, feels the letters.

Each fling their object across the stage to each other. Desperately tries to tear it up, one smiles and the other cries.

Curtains drop.