BrokenTales

I Delta woke to a blinking light flipping the room between murky green and dirty glow of a city waking up. He always woke up too early these days. Used to be that he could at least get a few hours blissfully drifting in and out of sleep each morning. Now he was awake at 6am every day, feeling too anxious to sleep but too tired to focus properly. Mira was sitting on the edge of their bed, an oversized band-shirt draped over her. Summer sweat made it cling as she waved her hands and fingers, manipulating screens only she could see. Delta skirted around her to put some coffee on, not wanting to interpose himself with whatever she was working on in the middle distance. "If you're awake, can I put some music on?" He looked at Mira. Her eyes were bloodshot from working all night. Her fingers were clawed and her back rounded because she refused to correct her posture. But she still had that curl to the edge of her mouth, that sly mischievous smile that had turned him on to her. He could

I Delta woke to a blinking light flipping the room between murky green and dirty glow of a city waking up. He always woke up too early these days. Used to be that he could at least get a few hours blissfully drifting in and out of sleep each morning. Now he was awake at 6am every day, feeling too anxious to sleep but too tired to focus properly. Mira was sitting on the edge of their bed, an oversized band-shirt draped over her. Summer sweat made it cling as she waved her hands and fingers, manipulating screens only she could see. Delta skirted around her to put some coffee on, not wanting to interpose himself with whatever she was working on in the middle distance. "If you're awake, can I put some music on?" He looked at Mira. Her eyes were bloodshot from working all night. Her fingers were clawed and her back rounded because she refused to correct her posture. But she still had that curl to the edge of her mouth, that sly mischievous smile that had turned him on to her. He could