she sits up on her bed, dressed in a silk robe, and nothing else, drinking a scotch, talking on the phone. the primary source of illumination is the massive t.v. set in the wall opposite the bed.
a room of illusions. walls lined with mirrors, and warm, flattering lighting, bathing the naked forms of dorothea and harry as they make love, sitting on the floor.
harry cradles dorothea in post-coital languor.
she tosses around on the bed
a sound. dorothea wakes, distressed by the dream. she gets up and goes out onto --