INT. DEN. HOME IN GARDEN OF EDEN - NIGHT
ADAM is reading the newspaper on the sofa while EVE types furiously away at the computer on the desk nearby.
Are you still blogging?
I just have a few more comments to reply.
I'm tired, Eve.
Why don't you go on ahead, my love.
I'll be there in a few minutes.
Adam neatly folds the newspaper and sets it on the end table. Rising,
How about some warm milk?
That would be lovely.
Eve watches Adam disappear into the kitchen, then returns to the computer.
INSERT EXCHANGES BETWEEN EVE AND ABRA ON THE COMPUTER.
Abra, our relationship is in the Dead Sea!
It's been the same routine for hundreds of years.
But, Eve, you're the most revered couple in history.
People worship you.
I don't want to be revered or worshipped. I just want
Adam to look at me the way he did the day God created us.
Is that too much to ask?
All right, let me think.
Have you tried pasties?
Abra, I invented pasties. Fig leaves. Remember?
True. I've got it. A love potion!
You've got to do better than that...
Eve stops, frozen, as Adam sets the glass of warm milk beside the computer. She manages to press the Escape key without him noticing, then turns to him.
Thank you, dear.
So, all done?
Wha...? Oh, yes. Yes.
She picks up the glass of milk and sips. A message pops up on the computer screen.
Are you feeling all right, Eve?
Yes, of course.
Why wouldn't I?
Because Abra just sent you a message to take Jasmine,
Neroli, Lavender, Myrtle, and Ylang Ylang. Then Tangerine,
Bergamot, and Blood Orange with Zdravetz, Sandalwood,
Nutmeg and Ginger wrapped in Vanilla, Cinnamon and
Disbelievingly, Eve watches Adam's expression transform. He grins boyishly.
Eve, my darling, my love...
Eve turns the computer off then turns to Adam, beaming. She leads him by the hand up the stairs. Under her breath,
God bless its pentium chip heart.
FADE TO BLACK
**written by petra michelle**