Chapter 7
They were gone quite a while before they got back. Willow kept herself busy, wandering through the rooms or Angel's apartment, looking at everything. She felt strange. Not a bad strange though. This place felt naturally like her home. Like she belonged there. Not even in her parent's house had she felt so welcomed and free.
But was she free? Did she have the free spirit she wanted? Was she able to walk outside the doors of Angel Investigations and saw she was safe? The likelihood of that was slim. She really wasn't free. Always having to watch her back, a new form of having to tell Angel where she was going before she went. It seemed like an unfair way of life, yet she still felt as free as possible here, in Angel's home. Strange how you live your life a certain way, then it changes and you learn that the worst makes everything better.
She laid down on the couch, tired from all the excitement of the week. Well, if what you call happening excitement. Her cheek rested on a plush pillow and her arm snaked underneath it, propping it to her more. She took a deep, easing breath and parted her lips just slightly to let it out.
Her mind tumbled through thousands of thoughts as she started to loose herself in her sleep. Something that always happened before she fell into the usually peaceful oblivion.
She smiled slightly at the feel of comfort she felt. She hadn't felt this comfortable in ... well, ever. It felt nice, and it took her into her dreams.