Spike lay asleep on the bed, ivory limbs a scrawl of Kanji against the dark-blue sheets.
It was going to be from Riley's POV.
Last night I missed Alias. I went to bed at quarter to eight. I slept over eleven hours. My body knows what it wants, I guess. It doesn't particularly want the yogurt I'm currently spooning into it, but tough luck. If it's good, I may give it a piece of chocolate later.
