Slak Cave

Sleep, and work in shifts. One coming in as one or the other is going, to sleep, one leaving for work as the others are going to bed. They tiptoe and whisper, cringe at careless slips and crashes that break the wall between sleepers and reluctant risers. There are moments when they don't care. There are long periods of silence, but for typing.
The windows are covered over, to suit day sleeping, and the constant brightness of multiple video screens. Laptops, games, TV and video projected at movie theater size on the wall of the one room studio. The walls are cracking plaster and wood crammed with tech equipment. Stray cords, tiny flashlights, and headphones join the dust and ash and ever fluctuating pile of roaches on the tenuous glass and brass coffee table.
The sun is coming up on this room again.
It may be a few moments, before I know which way to go.