Sleepless -a - Midsummer Night-s Dream-

The stage goes black for exactly one second—just long enough for the eyes to adjust—and then snaps back to that sickly amber glow. There is no curtain call. The actors do not bow. They remain standing, frozen, eyes open, waiting.

To see is to confront your own relationship with exhaustion. When you leave the theater, you will not feel refreshed. You will feel seen. And you will want, more than anything, to turn off your phone, close your blinds, and finally—finally—sleep. SLEEPLESS -A Midsummer Night-s Dream-

But as the play warns: Only if Titania wills it. SLEEPLESS -A Midsummer Night’s Dream- is not a comfortable evening of theater. It is an endurance test. It is a love letter to everyone who has ever lain awake until dawn, replaying conversations, watching shadows on the ceiling, wondering if the person next to them is real or a projection of their own tired mind. The stage goes black for exactly one second—just

The blue light of our phones. The 24-hour news cycle. The gig economy that punishes rest. The anxiety that creeps in at 3 AM, whispering that you forgot something, that you aren't enough, that the world is burning while you lie still. is not a distortion of Shakespeare. It is a mirror. They remain standing, frozen, eyes open, waiting