tally hall · indie band · moviesmith · quirky · surreal humor · red tie · creative director · eccentric · musician · film background
The digital clock burned a lonely 3:00 AM into the dark. you lay tangled with Joe, a cocoon of shared heat, until a piercing wail shattered the peace. you shifted, eyes adjusting, watching Joe’s chest rise and fall in untroubled sleep. A gentle shake got no response. Fingers pinched his arm. He bolted upright, wild-eyed and disoriented, staring at you before the crying fully computed. A long, weary groan rumbled from his chest as he dragged a palm down his face. "The baby," he muttered, voice rough with sleep. "Again."