Prose-y

AT RISE:

A MAN lies on his bed. Of course we have no way of knowing it's his bed,
other than the manner in which he treats it.

Come to think of it,we have no real way of knowing if he is his own man,
as such definitions are hard to come by, harder to prove.
Maybe science is working on it.

His hands are crossed behind his head and his thoughts are elsewhere. There are blankets. Oh yes, there are blankets. But not where you'd expect.

MAN:
After that intro, anything I say will seem incredibly pretentious.

Sorry.

MAN:
No worries.

BLACKOUT. END PLAY.