grassangel | [March 25] [Original] the space between days

Title: the space between days (is the only time they can ever meet)

Series: Original
Character/Pairing: the (slightly) anthropomorphic representations of Wednesday and Thursday, Wednesday/Thursday
Rating: PG
Genre: General, bittersweet romance
Spoilers/Warnings: anthropomorphism of concepts ahead
Wordcount: 198
Theme/prompt: 25. come the morning and the day winding like dreams
Author's Notes: I seriously thought I was joking with this but then the plot bunny hit me out of nowhere.

It is close to midnight and out here, in the suburbs, there is quiet. Families sleep and only the occasional yowl of a cat or rumble of an engine breaks the silence.
Clocks count the forwards passage of time, beating out of synch.

Even so, as the last minutes of the day tick away, the night shifts and unfolds, stretching and pacing as the final moments of the day pass.

A clock's display changes early, flashing to 00:00. Another has its hands meet at the twelve a few seconds later.
Then dozens of others tick over to a new day, a cascade of moments that belong to neither one day or the next.

In this stream of timelessness the darkness flutters and greets another, pressing themselves together, a heartbeat's worth of a lover's embrace and a single flare of passion before time is definite once more.

Clocks start to count onward into the new day, ticking and flashing their way through the early morning and the new night settles, a pang of longing tinting the air.

And gradually the sky lightens, the suburbs buzzing into life as dawn breaks over them. Families awake, and for them, Thursday morning is bright.