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SWEEPER:
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Lingerer, there are dreams and there is death
Lingerer, you cannot have the two. It will not do. |
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PANINA:
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Please, please. I beg of you,
Do not wake me from this sleep. Don’t sweep away his singsong voice, The smell of his skin, his palm on my cheek. He’s happy here, and I am, too. Let the living world rust, But do not burn my son to dust. |
The Lingerer
Script Finalist
A brief summary of the script
The Sweeper of Dreams comes across Panina, a mother in mourning over the death of her young son. She lingers in the dream world to see her son again, much to the dismay of the Sweeper.