Delilah (2016)

Time sometimes stands still in the desert house where Delilah and Faith live. The days blend together. For a while Delilah thought it was just her, not registering the sun when it sets and rises, immune to the intricacies of light. More often than not she would wake with the moon and her roommate, Faith would slip through a gap in her molecules, impossible to find. Maybe she had just gone somewhere else, though that postulate required belief that the world expands out further than it does here, of lands immune to the hum of stasis, the existence of places Delilah was not sure were real.