Domestic Failures #01: Temptation

FADE IN:

INT. BEDROOM – AFTERNOON

A man, KARIM, sits at a computer, looking thoughtful. He erases and rewrites paragraphs, clearly unhappy with his work. Behind him is his BED, looking soft and inviting—almost maliciously so.

BED
Hey. You look tired.

KARIM
I am. The words won’t come-out right.

BED
You know what I do when I’m tired? I sleep on it.

KARIM
No.

BED
Come on. You’re yawning and it’s the afternoon. Psst. Hey!

KARIM
I have to write.

BED
Just a ten minute nap.

KARIM
No.

BED
Just relax. Ten minutes. I won’t be comfortable enough to let you doze off. (beat) I promise.

KARIM
I’m not going to fall for this again. You took all afternoon last time.

BED
You’re not even writing anything. All this time, wasted! What have you got, 1000 words? It’s been three hours. Come on. It’s a great way to get solutions to your problems. Think about efficiency.

KARIM (uncertainly)
I want to get this done early so I can see a film tomorrow.

BED
You can! By sleeping! Just look at Winston Churchill. He slept in the afternoon during World War II. World War II! The bigger budget one. The one with the clear-cut villain. He slept through that.

KARIM
I am pretty tired.

BED
Or da Vinci. He had the strangest sleeping patterns. I’ll just lie here. Ten minutes, Karim. Come to me.

KARIM
Ten minutes, only.

Foolishly, KARIM walks towards the bed, and places his head on the pillow. Ten minutes, he thinks. Just ten minutes. Then a cup of tea and an evening’s worth of writing. Yes, a nice…cup of…cup of tea…

CUT TO:

INT. KARIM’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

KARIM wakes-up a full 90 minutes later, exhausted.

KARIM
What time is it? No. No no nooo.

BED
Heheheh.

KARIM
You promised!

BED
I did just lie! Heheheh!

KARIM
You bastard.

A MALICIOUS ENTITY floats in.

BRAIN
Oh hey, you guys. Is it nighttime?

KARIM
Go away.

BRAIN
Why are you so groggy? Did you try reenacting the drinking contest from Monkey Island again?

KARIM
I need coffee.

BED
No no. Go back to sleep. You might as well continue and get an early start tomorrow.

The bastard actually snickers.

BRAIN (snickering along with BED)
I’m just going to stay here with bad if catchy songs. Let’s see if you can sleep with, oh, what about—Nicki Minaj? Yeah, Nicki Minaj!—stuck in your head…

FADE OUT:

THE END

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