He woke up to rain today. Washing the windows. He got up and switched on the lights. The monsters had left. Maybe. Rain was screaming, as if letting him know of its presence. He puffed one out at the mirror and it spread. Just like his thoughts. One thought when hits the roadblock spreads into millions.
He picked up the script.
I hope they abandon me. I hope they don't want me back. Monsters are creeping every second.