(Set: One room with worn carpet, old yellowed chairs, peeling wallpaper, boarded up windows, frames with no pictures, a ton of magazines and books and half finished projects, small old TV with antennae, bed with quilts stage left, kitchen stage right)
(Background: John and Hannah are two old people)
John: Wake up Hannah.
Lump (Hannah) moves a bit on bed.
Hannah [muffled from bed]: I’m sick John leave me alone.
John: You’ve been sick seventy years. Get up and make me my breakfast.
Hannah: Make it yourself you old man.
John: My favorite television show is on—“The Price is Right”. I need to see if Stacey gets the car. Besides, cooking is women’s work.
Hannah: I’m sick John and sick of you and your breakfast and your shows. You know that’s the only episode that plays on that damn TV. Stacey buys the car for three thousand dollars.
John plugs his fingers into his ears: La la la la I can’t hear you!
Hannah: Can’t we stop playing these games? I’m going to die soon and the last thing I want to hear is “make me breakfast you old witch!”
John: You’re not dying, you’re exaggerating to get me out of eating.
Hannah: You can eat very well without my help.
John: Get up! [moves to bed] Get up! I’m tired of this crap.
Hannah: I’m not getting up I’m sick and dying. [mutters] If only I hadn’t ran off with—
John [angry]: What did you say?!
Hannah: Nothing, nothing.
John raises his arm about to hit Hannah. She cries out ready for the impact of the hit and cringes. He falters and sits beside her on the bed.
John: Look, I’m sorry Hannah. I’m just tired of this game.
Hannah: I’m gunna get out of it. I’m dying.
John says nothing.
Hannah: I just want to see the sunlight again.
John: Everything I do just ain’t enough? I worked real hard to get those pictures for you and all you do is complain. Enough is enough!
Hannah: But I want to see the real thing. Smell fresh air. You don’t even remember what it smells like, do you?
John: If you want fresh air, we have Febreze right here. [motions toward bottle]
Hannah: You don’t understand, do you? I want real life. We’ve been holed up here for seventy years. I thought when we eloped that we would see the world together.
John: I am your world. You are mine. [holds her hand] The world isn’t a safe place for us now. This is the only place we can be safe so we stay in here.
Hannah: From what? Fresh air and the sun?
John: You’ve read them books. The world is filled with them aliens and robots now. We’d be killed as soon as we step out of this house.
Hannah: You crazy fool! Those are science fiction books! They aren’t real! I’ve wasted my life because you thought those damn books were real. I’m getting up.
Wide-eyed, John moves out of the way as she makes it to the door in the corner. Hannah starts to unlock it.
John: NO! I’m right. I’ll teach you a lesson.
He grabs Hannah as she is opening the door.
John: No! [He strikes her and she screams and crumples to the floor]
John [falls to his knees next to her. He holds her on the floor]: I didn’t mean it, it’s just dangerous, I just wanted to protect you. I should be your world and nothing else!
Hannah [looks up at the door she had opened]: Sunlight…
She sighs and closes her eyes and stops breathing.
John thows her off of him shakily and moves to the phone and dials aloud 9-1-1 slowly.
John: Hello I would like to call about the death of my wife. Causes? Unknown…