INT. MASTER BEDROOM; NIGHT
A young man and woman are lying in bed. The man is on his side facing away from the woman. His name is JASON. He opens his eyes. It is still night. The air conditioner starts up giving out a low HUM. Jason looks around the room. He stares at a vent in the upper right corner of the room. He turns his head and looks in a new direction.
I hate nights like this. Nights when I wake up in the middle of the night and can't fall back to sleep. I can try and try, but no matter how much I try, no matter how badly I want to, I can't fall back to sleep. I'm just awake and that's it. Awake. I don't know if this is what they call insomnia or not, but it still sucks.
He turns over on his back pushing some of the covers down a little as he does this.
I've been waking up like this for the past eleven nights. Each