I am writing the worst indie movie while I am staying with my father-in-law in the hospital. This will be out of order. You can decide if this is on purpose or not.

It is based on the idea that I slept in a bed designed for a four year old last night.

Echo and Gustav are lying side by side in a twin bed. A green mosquito net envelops the bed. The net is covered with butterflies and sunshine. The room is dark except for one nightlight in the shape of a dollhouse.

Echo: ” It’s dark in here”

Gustav: “No it’s not,see,  there’s the sun”

Points to the sun on the mosquito net.

Echo: “It’s not real”

Gustav: “Close your eyes”

Echo closes her eyes. Gustav leans in closer.

Gustav: “Can you see the sun and the clouds? It’s a beautiful day.”

She smiles. He kisses her. They fall asleep.

((CORRECTION - MEL COWAN IS WRITING THIS WITH ME. WE WILL PITCH THIS HONESTLY, AS THE WORST/BEST INDIE MOVIE EVER WRITTEN))