There's Someone in My Bed

Mary: Hey

George: Hey…

George: Why are you up this late?

Mary: There’s someone in my bed

George: What???

Mary: I said there’s someone in my bed

George: Are you messing with me?

Mary: No… there’s literally someone in my bed

George: What do you mean ‘someone’? I don’t get it.

Mary: I woke up because I felt something moving… I looked and saw a lump under the covers…

Mary: I touched it and—yeah, someone’s in my bed…

Mary: with me

George: Holy shit! Call the cops!

Mary: I can’t

George: Why not?

Mary: I don’t want to move too much… or talk… I don’t want to wake them up

George: Just get out of bed!

Mary: No… if I move, they move too. I think they’ll wake up

George: You can’t just stay there! I’m coming over

Mary: I don’t know if that’s a good idea

George: What do you mean?

Mary: Fine, come… but I can’t open the door. I can’t get up—it’ll wake them

George: I don’t have keys! What do we do?

Mary: I don’t know…

George: Who is it? Can you see their face?