Cross-over

Exhale
— I can’t see.
Pause
— Where are we?
Pause
— What is this?
– This is what’s called cross-over.
— Mmm.
Pause
Inhale
— Where are you? Are you here…
– I’m here, see. Stretch out your hand.
— Oh.
Pause
— Your face.
– Yes.
Pause
— Why are we here?
– Because I was triggered.
— Is it like that? Anything can set you off?
– Anything. The sound of the wind. The laughter of a child. Lit signs on a street at night.
— A scene in a film.
– Yes, a scene in a film.
Pause
Inhale
— I have a question.
– Of-course.
— Why… why are you still a man?
Pause
— And me a woman?
Pause
— Why are all of your mysterious… angels… women, and all of your minimal, quiet night-owls men?
Pause
– That’s more than one question.
— Are you evading them?
– No, just…
Pause
Silence
– Come here, close to me.
— Oh?
– It’s a couch, see?
— Oh yes. The one in-front of the film.
– Yes.
— Right.
– Sit here, close to me, and we’ll lean together.
— Mmm. It feels good.
– It does.
— I can hear your heart.
– Can you?
— Yes.
Pause
— Yes I can.
Pause
– That’s what I need.
— Oh?
– For you to hear my heart.
— But… I’m still in the construct.
– I know.
Pause
– One day.
Pause
– One day it will make sense, and you’ll understand what all this is for.
— I still like it.
– Sure.
— I like it a lot.
Pause
— You should invite me to watch films more often.
– You’re always welcome.
Pause
Silence
— Can I stay for the rest of the film?
– Of-course.
— I don’t want to move from here, it feels too good.
– I know.