Act One, Scene One

Fade in from black. I unclasped my fingers from across my waist and felt a sudden spark of movement—I can actually move! Propping myself up slightly against the ribbed waves of silver-grey fleece, I reached out and combed a palm through the soft, tufted fibers beneath me. They gave way like velvet stage curtains. The set is quiet, the lighting is soft, and my grand opening scene has officially begun.