"Unwritten"

Calais and Robert are playing putt putt and Robert is just ahead at the end of the current hole. Calais is hyping herself up.

Calais: This is so much harder than I thought it would be. "I am unwritten" and he "can't read my mind." 

Robert: What?

Calais: Nothing. Just concentrating on this next putt. 

Robert: You're very particular.

Calais: (to herself) "I'm undefined." 

Calais takes the putt and makes a hole in one. Calais goes to join Robert.

Robert: This is the fourth hole in one you've made. How often do you come here?

Calais: It's just angles and force.

Robert: You're killing it. How's the novel coming?

Calais: "I'm just beginning" but "the pen's in my hand" and I keep working on it a bit, but with the "ending unplanned" it's getting harder to go forward and not knowing what the end goal is.

Robert: What do you usually do when "staring at the blank page before you?"

Calais: Go outside. Get some sunlight. Detach from the computer.

Robert: Since you're on a tight schedule you could always "open up the dirty window" and "let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find" right now.

Calais: Hey. It's not that bad.

Robert: Your windows? They are really dirty. I can powerwash them next weekend.

Calais: Ugh that sounds boring. Do what you want to those windows just make sure mine isn't open!! 

Robert: So what's stopping you? 

Calais: It feels like I'm "reaching for something in the distance." It's "so close" like that feeling that "you can almost taste it." I get right there and then I'm stopping myself. 

Robert: So. "Release your inhibitions."

Calais: Easier said than done!

Robert: Listen. You should do something you don't like or want to. 

Calais: What do you suggest?

Robert: It's supposed to rain tomorrow. Go out while it's storming and "feel the rain on your skin." Only you know what that sense is…"no one else can feel it for you." Your mind is going to reel, you're going to tell yourself to go back inside and at the same time love the freedom. "Only you can let it in."

Calais: "No one else" would ever suggest these types of things to me. "No one else" thinks of the weirdest things and I love it. 

Robert: What was that?

Calais: I love that you always suggest the weirdest things.

Robert: "Can you speak the words on your lips?"

Calais: You "drench yourself in the words unspoken." I don't know why I have to say it first.

Robert embraces Calais. 

Calais: What are you doing? You "live your life with arms wide open" and see everything differently.

Robert: Well "today is where your book begins" if you want it to. If we want it to.

Calais: Fine. Yes, I love that you're weird and I love you.

Robert: I love you. And "the rest is still unwritten" for us.

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