the things that stay

The war-free world waits outside their door, poised and eager to burst into life and set itself in motion, but Hermann climbs back onto his side of the bed, folding his spindly limbs beneath the covers. If he indulges Newton's tendency to stay in bed until the last moment, they may be late for their weekly appointment with the therapist; but nothing seems quite as sweet as stretching the morning as far as it can go.

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a nonlinear collection of one-shots, drabbles, ficlets. mostly fluff because we've all had enough angst. also posted on my ao3 (singagainsoon)