Title: Morning After
Word Count 100
Disclaimer Nothing is mine
Archie was face down, drooling on his pillow.
He had an arm flung up, as if to cover his head, and skin as pale as pie-crust, glowing in the diffuse and dusty light.
There were quadrilaterals of light, across the foot of the bed, limned with dust, in the glow from the window. Horatio waggled his feet, to watch the sides of the light flex. If he moved—so-- the near angle changed from 90 to perhaps 60, if he lifted his foot he could---
“H'ratio,” Archie's voice was blurred with sleep. “What in hell are you doing?”