_Grace, 31, lies nude, obscured in a tan...

Grace, 31, lies nude, obscured in a tangle of sheets on the bed, resting peacefully as the birds chirp.

Davey, 33, emerges from the bathroom, fresh from the shower and wrapped in a towel. He stands in the doorway brushing his teeth as he watches Grace sleep.

After a moment, the alarm clock on the bedside table shrieks its reveille. Barely stirring, Grace reaches out and slaps the snooze button, but the clock is not where she expects it to be - she misses by about two feet, getting only a handful of the other side of the bed.

She paws again, then once more, before turning and crawling groggily across the bed and smashing the snooze button home. She collapses back to the pillow, then rolls onto her back - catching a glimpse of Davey watching her from the bathroom doorway.

She sits up on her elbows and looks at him. He looks back. He grins at her. A faint smile crosses her lips.

DAVEY “Good mornin’, Mornin’.”

GRACE “Hello, Sunshine.”

A beat. They look at each other.

DAVEY Sleep well?

GRACE Yeah, I did.

DAVEY How you doing?

GRACE I’m, you know... complicated.

DAVEY Yeah.

Davey disappears into the bathroom for a moment. The sink runs. He reemerges sans toothbrush and takes back up his post in the bathroom doorway.

DAVEY (cont’d) You have fun last night?

Grace looks at him - “Really?”

DAVEY (cont’d) At the thing.

GRACE Oh, yeah. Yeah, it was great to see everyone again.

DAVEY I was surprised how much fun it was.

GRACE Yeah.

DAVEY Mark was in rare form.

GRACE Mark was Mark. Mark was in exactly the form you expect Mark to be at something like that.

DAVEY I guess. Still...

GRACE Yeah.

DAVEY It was good to see you.

GRACE Surprised?

DAVEY A little.

GRACE That I was there?

DAVEY Yeah, I know. A little.

GRACE Yeah?

DAVEY Glad you came?

GRACE Yeah.

DAVEY I love you.

A beat. She looks away.

DAVEY (cont’d) It just felt weird last night. Not saying it.

GRACE I know.

A beat.

DAVEY I’m sorry.

GRACE It’s okay.

DAVEY I mean, I’m sorry, Grace.

She doesn’t look at him. He comes to the bed and next to her. A beat.

GRACE What are we going to do?

Davey leans in and kisses her. He pulls away and looks at her.

GRACE (cont’d) What are we going to do?

DAVEY What do you want to do?

Grace opens her mouth to answer, but nothing comes. They look at each other a moment - then slowly lean into each other. They share a short, gentle kiss - but it doesn’t take. They pull away.

GRACE What would she think? If she walked in here right now?

DAVEY She won’t.

GRACE What if she did?

DAVEY Then she would and we’d deal with it.

GRACE Dave, that’s not something you can “deal with.”

DAVEY It’s something I could deal with.

GRACE It’s not something she could deal with. And that matters to me. And I would hope it matters to you.

DAVEY It does.

GRACE Good.

DAVEY Fine.

Sunshine was developed with The CRY HAVOC Company.

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