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INT. BEDROOM - DAY MEDIUM:
BOY is asleep in the bed, his car keys and Ray-Bans are on the dresser / desk / bar.
A female hand grabs the keys and sunglasses.
We just see GIRL slipping out the door, then the door closes.
SMASH CUT TO:
INT. CAR - HIGHWAY - DAWN
ScriptsLoveliness
Lies still on the bottom
Of the lake,
Lost
Let it rest in peace
Leave it be
It will wither
As we make our eyes
Anew
And forge a new, true
Creature of Beauty
Such,
That God will blink
And all of this eating away at his tranquility, his equilibrium, as this was supposed to be a nice walk out to de-stress, recharge and in general promote his well-being.
Instead the thoughts, you could call them intrusive, would circle and swirl around his brain and the rage in him built and built until it was this white hot hate-filled Sun, the star of enmity shining bright, blasting everything out of its path.
He thought of how much he despised being a conscious being, having to deal with reflection and thought and judgment.
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