Wednesday, March 25, 2020

A dark bedroom. Marcel sleeps. A roll of thunder followed by lightning. Pretty but serious lightening. The door to the bedroom creeps open and a small figure slips through the door, climbs on the bed and nestles in Marcel’s side. Marcel stirs awake.

MARCEL: Hey buddy. Dreamin’?

Marcel switches on the lamp and we finally see Yaya. She wears yellow pajamas. The kids freakin adorable.

YAYA: I don’t like the booming lights.

Marcel smiles and chuckles to himself.

MARCEL: You can sleep with me.

Yaya snuggles under her father’s arm and almost immediately begins to snore. Marcel smiles. As quickly as this started they are both fast asleep. The lighting and thunder sing gospel slow jams above their heads. They are good.