Scriptwriting with Deafinitely Theatre, Act I Scene I: Truth
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I'm eight. I'm dreaming. I'm floating - I think I'm on top of the world. I change position, as if there is infinite space and nothingness around me, then I feel my head hitting a partition of some sort. It takes me by surprise, so much so that I stick out an arm to push it out of the way. I want there to still be nothingness. Before I know it, I'm falling; I'm not dreaming that I am falling. The cool night air whooshing past my face tells me that I've woken...