Spike wakes up in his bed. He knows it is his bed - it smells like him, though that's a little weird. Usually, he wouldn't have to think about that to know it to be true. The first thing that occurs to him, quickly, is that he is cold, so very cold, what is going on why is is it so cold and it is really bright and....

Wait.

A few other facts becomes quickly obvious to Spike.

1 - His bed is outside.
2 - This means he is outside.
3 - The sun is shining.
4 - He is not bursting into flames.
5 - He's wearing what he usually wears to bed, i.e. nothing.

He's been in more awkward situations, certainly, but the awkwardness of it doesn't even occur to him as he's too caught up in the amazing fact that he's not on fire. And he's breathing. And.... starving.

For just this brief moment, though, he's going to lay here in this patch of sunlight and bask.