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We're looking down at a king-sized BED from OVERHEAD: LESTER BURNHAM lies sleeping amidst expensive bed linens, face down, wearing PAJAMAS. An irritating ALARM CLOCK RINGS. Lester gropes blindly to shut it off.
LESTER (V.O.)
Of course, I don't know that yet.
He rolls over, looks up at us and sighs. He doesn't seem too thrilled at the prospect of a new day.
LESTER (V.O.) (CONT'D)
And in a way, I'm dead already.
He sits up and puts on his slippers.