Scene I

The music died she adjusted her neckline.The creases were fresh but she couldn't care less.She started cleaning the table and in her hurry spilled the half filled bottle on the bed."Fuck!"
The fizz was still there in the beer and without effort it spread evenly.In her haste to clear the mess she dropped the ash tray on the bed,spot on the beer."Fucking shit!"she exclaimed.'Could nothing be normal?'she wondered,'just for once'.Cursing aloud helped her calm her nerves.But she did that only when she was alone.Couldn't let anyone hear her.Was against her upbringing.
She kicked the bed and sat on the edge,looking at the mess.She bit her lips and reached out for the cigarette.No,she wasn't addicted to smoking,just made her feel good-the whole act;of taking the cigarette and then lighting the matchstick,cupping the hands,inhaling the smoke,puffing it out.Reminded her of some moment in the past.But what exactly was it,she couldn't recollect.And now it didn't matter.
The neck pained from lying on the sofa for long.She hated any sort of body pain.Anything that slowed her pace,she hated it.And lately she had become very restless.
From some pores in the skin,uncertainty had entered.Many a times she stayed in the moment,but lately she found herself struggling with it.Images flashed in forward and rewind,making her dizzy and nauseate.