The Good Place

A Play in One Act

 The stage is all green except for here and there, a puffy white cloud. Soft, pleasant music plays. A man in a dark suit, MICHAEL, is lying flat on his back at center stage. He begins to stir, then sits up suddenly.

MICHAEL

Where am I? All I remember  -- oh!

            (wincing, noticing a lily in his hand)

But where . . . ? Hey!

            A mixed-breed, self-possessed dog, SASHA, enters, and starts licking his face.            Michael, delighted, pets Sasha.

MICHAEL

Hey, there, fella. Nice dog! Can this be . . .? It must be! I'm in heaven! And there's dogs!  I love dogs!

SASHA

            (stops licking)

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