An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Words: 3,524, Chapters: 1/1, Ryland Grace & Rocky
One Grace-sleep is not so long. It is not “night,” but Grace calls it night, and so Rocky does too. One human night. One third of one human day. One three-hundred-thousandth of Rocky’s life so far. This is what Rocky tells himself. He folds up on his xenonite shelf above Grace’s sleeping area, and he listens, and he fiddles with his clock, and he tells himself that it is not so long. ~~~ Rocky has lived through the deaths of many of his friends. He does not handle it well when Grace is asleep.













