No Sleep

It’s late in the evening — or possibly way too early morning for anyone to be reasonably awake. A man is asleep in a booth, head fully down on a table in an empty restaurant. We reveal one server finishing up their shift. They take off their apron and head toward the door, turning their head to make sure they haven’t forgotten anything...it seems they don’t see the man sleeping. Something is off... They turn off all of the lights and exit the building. The man begins to stir. He seems unwell, off balance, pale in the face, eyes sunken with dark circles, clothing dated. He moves throughout the diner, not in a pedestrian type of way, more rhythmic, his movements exaggerated. The man heads to the bar. He excitedly moves behind it as if tending bar. Adriano fully commits to interacting with pretend patrons, he’s in a day dream. He hops up on the bar to lay on it and then over it to sit on one of the stools. A quiet moment, stillness. He stands and moves on, using obstacles in his way as his playground, interacting abstractly with them. He sits and has a quick conversation with no one at one of the booths and keeps moving. He comes across a table toward the back of the restaurant with an empty pie plate and coffee half full, left by mistake. He drinks the coffee and plays with the leftover fork. He’s bored, swings his legs over the booth and lies down for a while in thought, a quick rest then moves on. He heads down the aisle, dancing toward us when he suddenly turns to pass a doorway and then disappears. We reveal that the restaurant is now completely empty.