A thousand thoughts pounding into my head ALL THE TIME.

Whirring past at a million miles per hour.

Filling my head with noise.

The world makes it louder.

Scene One

(Stage)

(Dr. Snowday sits in her chair, wrapping tape around her wrists.)

Dr. Snowday: Actors and Techie, start the show!

Sometimes I wonder about the person I seem to be.

Is she truly me or someone else entirely?

Is it real or just a mask?

And if she's just a mask, then who am I?

Am I surrounded by lights?

Or shadows?