INT. BEDROOM - DAY

The wind gently floats in through the open window grazing MELINDA's arm and causing the hairs to stand on end.  She sighs, places her pen on the desk as the papers ruffle around her, and looks out the window.


Birds soar in the sky above as others tweet from their nests in trees within the courtyard.  KIDS can be heard laughing and shouting from a short distance away.  


Melinda looks down at the paper she has been writing on and reads her words once more. Finally she picks up her pen once more and places a full stop at the end of the very last sentence.


Melinda stands up from the table and moves to stand in front of the open window.  She rests her elbows on the window frame and her chin in her hands.


From the window she can see the kids, all aged around 7 years old, beyond the courtyard gate running around telling each other stories as they do so.  Melinda watches them intensely before taking a deep breath of fresh air.


She stands up straight again and moves back to her desk only to find that many of her papers are lying strewn across the bedroom floor.  She stops and stares at the papers, then kicks a few of them softly with her bare foot.  Again she hears the kids laughing and speaking.

MELINDA

                             What imagination.

Melinda reaches out, grabs the rest of the papers from her desk, throws them into the air and then walks out of the room shutting the door behind her, leaving the papers to settle randomly around the otherwise untouched bedroom.

(written to the sound of the birds and kids playing in my neighborhood)