Mick had not darkened the room, so the radiant yellow sunshine was reflecting everwhere when he opened his eyes. There wasn't any excess heat though, and he felt pleasantly warm until he realized he needed to piss. As soon as he stood up, he realized that Hannah was there somewhere in the house. He didn't speak and went to piss before he put on some shorts and looked for her.
She was sleeping on one of the sofas. Wearing some sort of light, metallic green dress, Hannah looked like a giant, pregnant shiny beetle lounging in the sun. Mick had no idea why she was there, but she looked okay, and he could actually her left wrist the way she had it under her head, so he knew everything was fine physically. Mick also knew that he hadn't really been sleeping long and still felt like shit, so he darkened the room around Hannah. Naturally he couldn't find a fucking pen or anything because there probably wasn't anything like that there, and instead of replicating one, he took on of the clear sheets that Taya had used sketching and snapped it against his palm to make it rigid. Propping it up on the table against Hannah's bag, he touched his fingertip to the smooth surface and wrote "Feel free to violate the Prime Directive" on it, the words trailing his finger in glittering dark script as moved. Hannah was breathing softly, her long legs pulled up slightly towards her belly when Mick covered her with a light blanket. Back in his room, he darkened it all the way and put out the yellow sunlight.
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