Thursday, April 2, 2020

A kitchen. Just before dawn. The room is dark. Phillip is looking at an unopened piece of mail. Coffee is brewing. Alison enters in a robe.

ALISON: Did you sleep at all?

PHILLIP: Why would they scent it with lime.

ALISON: I think it’s festive.

Phillip opens the letter reads the letter inside. Gently folds it and replaces it in the evelope. He smiles at Alison. She passes him a mug of coffee. The sun has risen.