It’s three in the morning and Keith is spooked out of his sleep, which he hardly gets. He gets up and makes his way to the bathroom to splash water on his face. He rests both hands on each end of the sink with his head hung low before slowly raising it until he looks at himself in the reflection of the mirror. 

Keith: (Look of rage ) I can’t believe this shit. Most people get woken out of their sleep because a clown with a knife is chasing them through a corn field on a sunny day. Not me. Not this guy. Instead…

Just then Keith gets interrupted by a voice and instantly gets more enraged. The reflection begins to flash back in front from enraged Keith to Keith with an evil grin on his face. 

Keith’s Reflection: Instead you wake up from a dream where you are rich and famous and your fifth award winning movie is premiering. The reporter comes up to you and asks you to tell the fans who you are and you froze while everything got silent and everyone just stared at you.. Your life is sad, you know that right? 

Keith: I don’t need a reminder that my life is pathetic asshole. 

Keith Reflection: No your life is sad bro. At least a man with a pathetic life  knows who he is. Making your life sad which is below pathetic and that’s just devastating. (Begins to laugh hysterically) Sad ass nigga man. 

Keith: Well since you seem to know everything who am I  then?

Keith Reflection: Oh that’s easy, I’ve been with you all these years. You are a dick head asking the voice in your head to tell you who you are. You got to figure that one out buck-o, but until then I’ll be here to torture you mercily until you can’t take it and drive a pencil through your temple. 

Both: Shoutout Danny Brown 

Keith: I’ve been through torture before, so you have to come better then that.

Keith’s Reflection: Do you realize I’ve been putting in that  pressure?  The older you get the easiest to get to. Look at your life man. But we get into that later on. Right now the focus is on the fact you don’t know who you are. That question has been getting asked to you for years and you never know how to answer it, or you do answer and it’s always a vague answer. No woman wants a man who doesn’t know who he is. So say hello to a solo existence you sad creature. 

Keith: You’re telling me things I already know. I’m prepared to be by myself until the day I drop dead.

Keith’s Reflection: Yeah I know you do, but I love reminding you and watching you tense up. I got you though and you don’t even know it. Ask yourself these few simple questions. One, Why don’t you want to go to weddings anymore? Two, Why do you dread being around people in relationships? That fake smile is going to drop one day I can’t wait until that cluster fuck of emotions. And three, while shit I only had two. (Laughs )

Keith: It’s too late for this shit. 

Keith’s Reflection: You the one up talking to yourself. I don’t control your life, Just mock the tragedy of it. (Keith begins to walk off)

Hey where are you going? No screaming? No Punching? 

Keith: I’m too tired fuck you. 

Keith turns the lights off and heads to his room to fall back into bed.