[ this hasn't been a great week for sleeping. alright, this hasn't been a great month for sleeping. miles is fairly certain he's caught at least a few hours over the last day or so, but it's all starting to run together and anyway it's not like sleep is doing much good lately, with all the nightmares. he's looking even more gaunt than usual, dark circles like bruises under his eyes which are too bright, too hyper-alert to be well-rested. he looks downright twitchy.
he intended to head back to his office -- new arrivals keep on showing up, in bigger batches every time, and his desk is so bogged down with personnel files to review he scarcely find it anymore -- but he must have blanked out on some turn or another, because the door he pushes open most certainly does not lead to his office.
miles stares, wide-eyed and a little noncomprehending. is this another hallucination? or worse yet -- some kind of waking nightmare? shit, is he even really awake? to his credit, miles manages not to drop the mug of coffee in his hand, but he barely registers mark's words, and his own voice does come out strangled and stunned. ]
mirror dance
he intended to head back to his office -- new arrivals keep on showing up, in bigger batches every time, and his desk is so bogged down with personnel files to review he scarcely find it anymore -- but he must have blanked out on some turn or another, because the door he pushes open most certainly does not lead to his office.
miles stares, wide-eyed and a little noncomprehending. is this another hallucination? or worse yet -- some kind of waking nightmare? shit, is he even really awake? to his credit, miles manages not to drop the mug of coffee in his hand, but he barely registers mark's words, and his own voice does come out strangled and stunned. ]
Mark?