[The scene: Mister and Missus lie abed. Morning light begins to filter in, but the snooze goes on and on. Their eyes are their own, for a last time. Two phantom faces, etched in smoke, circle the ceiling.]
[RIMIDALV] It is time. Let us go.
[MIK] Which one do you want?
[RIMIDALV] You take the lumpy one.
[MIK] Hah! I think you just lost out!
***They enter into these two temples***
[RIMIDALV] Ooh…you are right. This is a bad feeling.
[MIK] Do you think it will be a lengthy time before we learn the moves?
[RIMIDALV] Nonsense. We’ve had similar before. Use the muscles, rise from bed.
***Mik sits up, stands, slides one foot ahead of the other***
[MIK] Look! I did do it! Now you. What’s the matter?
[RIMIDALV] I don’t know. The stiffness, the fog. I think this one was a student of sloth.
[MIK] Then give it some exercise.
***Rimidalv rises and does a few jumping jacks.***
[RIMIDALV] The blood pumper doth protest. We must lie and get some rest.
[MIK] Sleep through the day…deal?
[RIMIDALV] Yes, we will need the energy. Tomorrow is a big day.
[MIK] By the way, did these things have names?
[RIMIDALV] Let’s look.
***They both smile, close the curtains, and jump into bed***
[RIMIDALV] Goodnight, Mel.
[MIK] Goodnight, Don.
Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.