The Feeling

BLACK- NOTHINGNESS, SILENT

LITTLE GIRL

I don't know how to explain it.

EXT. FOREST - HIGH NOON

Slowly the sound of birds and leaves blowing in the wind filters through the silence. We now see a lush forest, its floor covered with an emerald grass that glitters in the afternoon sun. Upon the grass, a little girl of 6 and a young woman in her twenties sit on a blanket face to face. Balls of cotton fly by as they're released from the cotton trees surrounding them. On the blanket around them lie plates with half eaten sandwiches.

YOUNG WOMAN

Try me.

The little girl crumples her face trying to find her next words. She looks away from the woman and searches her surroundings for an answer. Looking up to the sun through the branches of the trees. She closes her eyes and smiles.

LITTLE GIRL

Its like the sun.

YOUNG WOMAN

The sun.

LITTLE GIRL

Yeah... when it makes you feel warm.

A breeze washes over the little girl's face, pushing hair from her brow. The woman watches the girl intently.

LITTLE GIRL

Or the wind when it tickles your skin.

The woman does not take her eyes away from the girl, she's hanging on to her every word, amazed.

The little girl opens her eyes while keeping them on the sun and the branches. After a moment of thought, she looks around the forest once again trying to grasp at something else to help her in her explanation.

A couple of white butterflies dance above a patch of long grass. She beams and hugs her stomach while rocking back and forth slightly on the blanket.

She looks back to the woman, her smile bigger than before.

 LITTLE GIRL

Its like butterflies.

YOUNG WOMAN

Butterflies? You mean like the feeling you get in your tummy when you're nervous about something?

LITTLE GIRL

Not nervous really... more happy. As if you're going to burst.

The little girl reaches forward and touches the spot on the young woman's chest where her heart resides beneath.

LITTLE GIRL

Right here.

The young woman stares at the little girl as her hand stays warm on her chest.

YOUNG WOMAN

In your heart?

The little girl removes her hand and sits back in her spot on the blanket. She looks down in her lap and starts fiddling with her fingers.

LITTLE GIRL

Well that's where it's supposed to be isn't it?

YOUNG WOMAN

Where what's supposed to be?

The little girl looks up from her lap straight into the young woman's eyes with a careful look on her face.

LITTLE GIRL

Love.

There's a silence between the two that is filled with the sounds of the forest. The little girl looks away and the young woman continues to stare at her with a look of confusion. The little girl looks giddy as she watches the white butterflies in the grass. There are two of them and they're twirling around each other as if in a dance. She looks peaceful and content.

The young woman raises her hand to the spot on her chest where the little girl's hand once rested. She rubs it back and forth, a sad look washes over her face. She's searching for something but can't find it. She looks back at the face of the young girl while she sits watching the butterflies.

END.