I don’t know my lines.
That is always the case,
only this time, the props
were not set, either,
and I am frantically
baking popovers
for the first act.
Five minutes before curtain,
I tell the other two actors,
“I’m going to have to improvise.”
They look at me in astonishment,
not because they are disappointed
but because they can tell
I only just this moment
knew that was an option.
Improvising IS an option? Well, now, that certainly changes things. Being allowed to do so would surely be dreamy.
“props” “popovers” and “frantically” “for” “first” “Five” — like your word choices for their alliteration and assonance
further, the necessity of having to bake those popovers is a loverly only-in-a-dream detail
The title is luxury, such a deep place to start, but the “new ending” improvises, huh? And I like how it ends, the insight instead of the fear, the nightmare, the frustration. Those are all in the pillow case of my same dreams.