Lights. Camera. Action!

Every morning has been a struggle for Hannah, dragging herself out from under the covers and into the emptiness of a new day without him.

Hannah didn't bother to brush her teeth in the mornings or to dress up when she went outside. She thought that these were actions for living people and not for people who simply existed. After his death she had lost her appetite and her withered figure has alarmingly showed that she barely existed as well.

She strolled down the streets, looking around feverishly. Perhaps she was hoping to catch a glimpse of her deceased loved one among all the living or maybe she was planning their reunion among the dead.

She has abandoned the last shreds of interest in life and each day was nervously anticipating the night, when she could freely throw herself into dreamland.

But each morning the pale rays of a cold sunshine invaded her dreamland and her alarm clock shouted: "Lights. Camera. Action" and again she had to wake up into another day of misery.


--Time's up--