I am a student at a university campus. I’m in a kind of crisis about classes – don’t want to go, just can’t seem to find the interest or energy. I’ve just skipped one class and am debating about going to the next. I’m talking with another student, and she is feeling the same, so is sympathetic, says she feels the same way, why bother?
I am in the character of a woman in her late 30’s, a family woman, mom of two children, a girl and a boy – they are twins, maybe 11 or 12? We’re in the family room watching a movie when the son notices something on the ceiling of the room – like rectangular lights. I notice them too. After a moment they seem even more evident.