Spike glanced at the clock on the bedside cabinet, before pulling the duvet back up over his head. It might be late, but he was in no mood for getting up. In fact, he was in no mood for doing much at all. He gave a quiet sigh, wishing for the umpteenth time that he could somehow rewind the days, and rewrite what had already been done.

He couldn't, however, but burying himself under his duvet was a comfortable second option. Especially since he'd pulled his dinosaur blankie and pillow out from his trunk. Also in the confines of his bed somewhere were numerous dinosaur toys. If in doubt - do what always makes you feel better: play with dinos. He could be a kid again if he wanted to...and he wanted to. Growing up had made him like this. Even wrinkles would be better.

He snuggled down between the layers, T-rex held tightly in his hand.