She lay in bed contemplating the ceiling, Spike's limbs wound about her body as his face burrowed into her chest, her thoughts were churning with ways to deal with a destructive relationship that was beyond her ken.
Torn with indecision about confronting her sister, who was sneaking about like a thief in the night, Dawn could see a lot of screaming and denial in choosing that path.
Perhaps talking to Spike in the morning would be easier, at least she would have a conversation that wouldn't degenerate into name-calling.
Decision made, she drifted into sleep.
wordoftheday100 — ken
Part of the Alley!verse