Candy had been cleaning, doing some light dusting and dishes, quiet things that wouldn't wake the girls. After she finished, she moved to take a nap, sprawling out on the couch with a blanket of dim light over her shoulders. Her dark hair fanned out over her shoulders and her face, and she curled her knees to her chest. She bit a knuckle as she slept, working the skin between her lips. It had been a habit since childhood.
She heard the hum of the television, but it hadn't woken her, but somehow the absence of noise combined with the rustle of the television made one of her eyes open. "Hey, you," she murmured drowsily.